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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
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