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 © N/A Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com