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 chokehold Put the poor in a chokehold 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 chokehold Put the poor in a chokehold 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 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