Livin’ on a Chain Gang (Live in London)

Lyrics

[Intro] Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go It seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico A thirteen-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat They got him doin' time while killers walk the streets [Verse 1] A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door He's hell-bent on submission and he's feeding on the poor We could stare into the sun if we would open up our eye But we paint ourselves into a corner, colored in white lies [Pre-Chorus] (Busted on a rock pile) Getting dustеd in the heat (Shackled to thе system) And draggin' my feet, yeah [Chorus] (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, suicidal shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang Woah, yeah [Verse 2] A con man's intuition can wash your sins away Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today What does he know? Has he been through hell and back? He takes the cash and he drives it home in a brand new Cadillac [Pre-Chorus] (Spittin' at the guard dog) Burnin' in his wicked deal (Screamin' down the railroad) With no one at the wheel, no, no Go [Chorus] (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, suicidal shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang Go [Guitar Solo] Go, go, go, go [Bridge] Woah, faith healin', superstition Cold-blooded criminal mind Gettin' off on high position Hey, brother can you spare a dime To get me off this slaughter line? [Chorus] (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, suicidal shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, another white-knuckled shakedown) Oh Woah, feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang (I'm ridin' on a breakdown, suicidal shakedown) Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang, yeah Go [Outro: Erik Grönwall & Rachel Bolan] Oh, man Fuck me Alright I want you all to say hello to a friend of mine His name is Rachel Bolan, everybody, come on We're back How many punk rockers we got in the house? Yes we do This goes out to our fallen brothers Joey, Dee Dee, Johnny, and Tommy It's called