Turn on the tv, ґcause I got nowhere
To go
Seems that thereґs 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 thatґs
At the door
Hell-bent on submission and feedinґ
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
Dragginґ my feet
Iґm riding on a breakdown - another
Whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iґm livinґ on a chain gang
Iґm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
Shakedown
Feels like Iґm on a chain gang
A con manґs intuition can wash
Your sins away
Send your contribution and heґll 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
Screaminґ down the railroad with
No one at the wheel
Iґm riding on a breakdown - another
Whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iґm livinґ on a chain gang
Iґm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
Shakedown
Feels like Iґm on a chain gang
Faith healinґ, superstition
Cold-blooded criminal mind
Getting off on high position
Hey brother can you spare a dime
To get me off this slaughter line
Iґm riding on a breakdown - another
Whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iґm livinґ on a chain gang
Iґm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
Shakedown
Feels like Iґm on a chain gang
Iґm riding on a breakdown - another
Whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iґm livinґ on a chain gang
Iґm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
Shakedown
Feels like Iґm on a chain gang