Lyrics:

Turn on the TV, 碿ause I got nowhere

to go

Seems that there磗 a little trouble down

in Mexico

A 13-year-old boy robs a store

so he can eat

And they got him doing time while

killers walk the streets



A hungry politician is the wolf that磗

at the door

Hell-bent on submission and feedin? on the poor

We could stare into the sun if we would

open up our eyes

But we paint ourselves into a corner

colored in white lies



Busted on a rockpile - getting

dusted in the heat

Shackled to the system - and

draggin?my feet



I磎 riding on a breakdown - another

whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I磎 livin?on a chain gang

I磎 riding on a breakdown - a suicidal

shakedown

Feels like I磎 on a chain gang



A con man磗 intuition can wash

your sins away

Send your contribution and he�l save

your soul today

What can he know, has he been

through hell and back

He takes the cash and drives it home in

a brand new Cadillac



Spitting at the guard dog, burning

in his wicked deal

Screamin?down the railroad with

no one at the wheel



I磎 riding on a breakdown - another

whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I磎 livin?on a chain gang

I磎 riding on a breakdown - a suicidal

shakedown

Feels like I磎 on a chain gang



Faith healin? superstition

Cold-blooded criminal mind

Getting off on high position

Hey brother can you spare a dime

To get me off this slaughter line



I磎 riding on a breakdown - another

whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I磎 livin?on a chain gang

I磎 riding on a breakdown - a suicidal

shakedown

Feels like I磎 on a chain gang



I磎 riding on a breakdown - another

whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I磎 livin?on a chain gang

I磎 riding on a breakdown - a suicidal

shakedown

Feels like I磎 on a chain gang