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(Rachel Bolan/Snake)
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
Skid Row
But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies
Busted on the rockpile-getting dusted in the heat
Shackled to the system-and draggin' my feet
CHORUS
I'm riding on a breakdown-another whitenuckled 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
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS