Livin' On A Chain Gang — Skid Row: текст песни

Turn on the TV, cause I got nowhere to go Seems that theres 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 thats 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

Im riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like Im livin on a chain gang Im riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown Feels like Im on a chain gang

A con mans intuition can wash your sins away Send your contribution and hell 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

Im riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like Im livin on a chain gang Im riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown Feels like Im 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

Im riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown Feels like Im livin on a chain gang Im riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown Feels like Im on a chain gang