Broken Children
Peter Cincotti"Broken Children" is a song by Peter Cincotti, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:36 long and contains 63 lines and 291 words.
Lyrics
0:13Who's that face
0:15On today's front page
0:20Sticking to my shoe
0:25Empty eyes
0:26And a real good smile
0:31That's all it takes
0:37To sell the news
0:38She got her name
0:39On Gotham's tongue
0:41But Mama Fame
0:41She eats her young
0:42And half a buck
0:44Ain't half the price you pay
0:48When you got
0:49Broken children
0:52Shot in black and white
0:56Chasing wasted lives
0:59And they can't wait to go there
1:02Daddy's money
1:05Bought a first class seat
1:08And they all just fly away
1:11On a jet plane to nowhere
1:18On a jet plane to nowhere
1:25Well I'm at a house party
1:27At the Taj Mahal
1:28The portrait hanging
1:30On the wall
1:31Has got too much wine
1:34In her head
1:37And she gets too close
1:38And grabs my face
1:41And says
1:42If you like this place
1:44Well then you ought to see my bed
1:49She gives an order to the staff
1:52Looks up for the photograph
1:55It's hard to know
1:57If you should laugh or cry
2:01When you got
2:02Broken children
2:05Shot in black and white
2:09Chasing wasted lives
2:12And they can't wait to go there
2:15Daddy's money
2:17Bought a first class seat
2:21And they all just fly away
2:24On a jet plane to nowhere
2:27The Hampton's is a summer dream
2:33Where little kings chase little queens
2:39They eat it up like hungry wolverines
2:44And it looks like the fabric of their life is
2:47Sewn tight
2:48But it's ripping at the seams
3:03Broken children
3:06Shot in black and white
3:10Chasing wasted lives
3:13And they can't wait to go there
3:15Daddy's money
3:18Bought a first class seat
3:22And they all just fly away
3:25On a jet plane to nowhere
3:30Oh on a jet plane to nowhere
3:36Oh on a jet plane to nowhere
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 on a jet plane to nowhere
Translation
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