Peter Cincotti - Broken Children lyrics

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 cla** 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 cla** seat And they all just fly away On a jet plane to nowhere The Hamptons 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 Oh, broken children Shot in black and white Chasing wasted lives And they can't wait to go there Daddy's money Bought a first cla** 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