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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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