Turn on the TV, ´cause I got nowhere
to go
Seems that there´s 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´s
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´m riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I´m livin´ on a chain gang
I´m riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I´m on a chain gang
A con man´s intuition can wash
your sins away
Send your contribution and he´ll 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´m riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I´m livin´ on a chain gang
I´m riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I´m 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´m riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I´m livin´ on a chain gang
I´m riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I´m on a chain gang
I´m riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I´m livin´ on a chain gang
I´m riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I´m on a chain gang
