Livan - SWID

Текст песни Livan - SWID

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