Broken Children

Peter Cincotti - 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 on a jet plane to nowhere