I Dream Guillotine

My jaded visions of a Jaded city broken By a jaded wealthy jettison We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine Put your children in a choke-hold Put the poor in a choke-hold There's no such thing as a broken home There's no such thing as a broken home Tell that to the front line The bread line, the welfare line The factory line The factory line The factory line The factory line I dream Guillotine Don't tell me where we'll end You'll be sorry when we're good and dead My bastard visions of a Bastard city broken By a bastard wealthy jettison We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine Put the children in a choke-hold Put the poor in a choke-hold There's no such thing as a broken home There's no such thing as a broken home Tell that to the front line The bread line, the welfare line The lottery line The lottery line The lottery line The lottery line I dream Guillotine Don't tell me we're well fed You'll be sorry when we're good and dead All aboard All aboard All aboard All aboard All aboard the cocaine ghost train All aboard the cocaine ghost train All aboard the cocaine ghost train We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine I dream Guillotine Don't tell me we're well fed You'll be sorry when we're good and dead