Livin' on a chain gang

Livin' on a chain gang Lyrics

Turn on the TV, ç¢Â¿ause I got nowhere
to go
Seems that thereç£â€” 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 thatç£â€”
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

Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ livin?on a chain gang
Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ on a chain gang

A con manç£â€” intuition can wash
your sins away
Send your contribution and heç£ï¢œl 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

Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ livin?on a chain gang
Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ 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

Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ livin?on a chain gang
Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ on a chain gang

Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ livin?on a chain gang
Iç£Å½ riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like Iç£Å½ on a chain gang