Gravy Train (from "Wag The Dog" soundtrack)

Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Riding on the Gravy Train
Leaving all the places that they really ought to be
Riding on the Gravy Train
Past the coal mines black and scarred
Starter houses in the loading yard
On the Gravy Train, On the Gravy Train

There's the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars
Riding on the Gravy Train
Never thank each other or their lucky stars
Riding on the Gravy Train
That's worse than ingratitude
Worse than a piss poor attitude

On the Gravy Train, Gravy Train

Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on
Riding on the Gravy Train
Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn
Riding on the Gravy Train
Some act tough, some act rude
Some bit of fluff complain about the food
You wanna see somebody getting really rude
Get on the Gravy Train, Gravy Train

Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track,
And they're gonna be riding in an old caboose
Coming back

There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade
Riding on the Gravy Train
Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade
Riding on the Gravy Train
Freeloader licks my boots
Tells me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don't get cute
Get on the Gravy Train