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Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go It seems like 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 He's hellbent on submission and he's 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 rock pile Getting dusted in the heat Shackled to the system And draggin' my feet I'm riding on a breakdown Another white knuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown Suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang A common situation can wash your sins away Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today What does he know, has he been to 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 white knuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown Suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang Faith healin' superstition Coldblooded criminal mind Getting off on a high position Hey brother can you spare a dime To get me off this slaughter line I'm riding on a breakdown Another white knuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown Suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown Another white knuckled shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown Suicidal shakedown Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang