Lyrics Алкаши С Лос-Анжделеса - Живи На Цепи Банды

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

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