Livin' on a Chain Gang

Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go

Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico

A thirteen-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 hell-bent on submission and feeding on the poor

We 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 dragging my feet

(I'm riding on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown)

Feels like I'm living on a chain gang

(I'm riding on a breakdown, a suicidal shakedown)

Feels like I'm living 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 does he know? Has he been through hell and back?

He takes the cash and he drives it home in a brand new Cadillac

(Spitting at the guard dog) Burning in his wicked deal

(Screaming down the railroad) With no one at the wheel

(I'm riding on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown)

Feels like I'm living on a chain gang

(I'm riding on a breakdown, a suicidal shakedown)

Feels like I'm living on a chain gang

Faith healing, a superstition

Cold-blooded 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 living on a chain gang

(I'm riding on a breakdown, a suicidal shakedown)

Feels like I'm living on a chain gang

(I'm riding on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown)

Feels like I'm living on a chain gang

(I'm riding on a breakdown, a suicidal shakedown)

Feels like I'm living on a chain gang