Livin´ on a chain gang (edited version)

Livin´ on a chain gang (edited version) Lyrics

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