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
 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 whiteknuckled 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
 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

 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