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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