Broken Children

Who's that face on today's front page

Sticking to my shoe

Empty eyes and a real good smile

That's all it takes to sell the news

She got her name on Gotham's tongue

But Mama Fame, she eats her young

And half a buck

Ain't half the price you pay

When you got

Broken children

Shot in black and white

Chasing wasted lives

And they can't wait to go there

Daddy's money

Bought a first class seat

And they all just fly away

On a jet plane to nowhere

On a jet plane to nowhere

Well I'm at a house party at the Taj Mahal

The portrait hanging on the wall

Has got too much wine in her head

And she gets too close and grabs my face

And says, "If you like this place

Well, then you ought to see my bed."

She gives an order to the staff

Looks up for the photograph

It's hard to know

If you should laugh or cry

When you got

Broken children

Shot in black and white

Chasing wasted lives

And they can't wait to go there

Daddy's money

Bought a first class seat

And they all just fly away

On a jet plane to nowhere

The Hampton's is a summer dream

Where little kings chase little queens

They eat it up like hungry wolverines

And it looks like

The fabric of their life is

Sewn tight

But it's ripping at the seams

Broken children

Shot in black and white

Chasing wasted lives

And they can't wait to go there

Daddy's money

Bought a first class seat

And they all just fly away

On a jet plane to nowhere

Oh, On a jet plane to nowhere

Oh, a jet plane to nowhere