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