I was just a kid roamin' around travelin' through a little ol' town
A man walked up and said come with me you're broke and son that's vagrancy
I carefree lad that love to roam but Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll prob'ly hang cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang
I dig that ditch I chop that corn I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang than to work like a dog on a chain gang
[ ac.guitar ]
The guard stands there with a great big gun I bet he'd love to see me run
And I guess I prob'ly will some day I'd rather be dead than to live this way
He's well fed and he's six foot tall and he's a meanest of them all
He cracks that whip and he swings that cane the sun must've touched his brain
I dig that ditch...
[ dobro ]
I gat a gal back home that's sweet and kind and she's been waitin' a long long time
I just told her to forget my name I won't ever live down to shame
Lord deliver me from this hole before I lose my mind and soul
The place gets weak and the back gets broke ain't no cause to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch...
Ho Ha Ho Ha
I hear someon sayin'
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they're saying
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
'Till the sun is going down, down
Workin' on the highways and byways and wearing
Wearing a frown
You hear them moaning
Their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
They're saying...
I'm going home one of these days
I'm going home
See my woman whom I love so dear
Mean while
I have to work right here
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All they long they're saying...
My, my, my work is so hard
Give me water
I'm thirsty
(S. Cooke/C. Cooke)
Ho Ha Ho Ha
I hear someon sayin'
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they're saying
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Ho Ha Ho Ha
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gangAll day long they work so hard
'Till the sun is going down, down
Workin' on the highways and byways and wearing
Wearing a frown
You hear them moaning
Their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
They're saying...
I'm going home one of these days
I'm going home
See my woman whom I love so dear
Mean while
I have to work right here
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All they long they're saying...
My, my, my work is so hard
Give me water
I'm thirsty
My work is so hard
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
'Til the sun's comin' down
Workin' on the highways and byways
And wearin' a frown
I hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
Oh I work so
I work so hard
To see my woman
Who I love so dear
But i, I've gotta work right here
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
My my my my my my my my my my
My work is so hard
Give me water
I'm thirsty
Oh i, oh my work is so hard
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
Oh don't you know
That's the sound of the men
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun's comin' down
Workin on the highways and biways
And wearin a frown
I hear them moanin' their lives away
And then you hear somebody say
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
Hear someone sayin'
Whoa I work, work so hard
See my woman, who I love so dear
But I, I've got to work right here
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
My, my, my, my, I work so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
Whoa I, I work so hard
You hear them moanin' their lives away
And then you hear somebody say
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
They are working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
[sample: Richard Pryor]
I was on the Chain Gang... Chain Gang, Chain Gang
Always on about the Chain Gang... man, the Chain Gang
That was a hell of a thing
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Renaissance Child... dedicated to Nat Turner
A true Maccabean rebel... yo, let me tell ya this story
[Hell Razah:]
They had us handcuffed on them sea ships, since the days of Egypt
Now it's sitting in a racist precent
Black Hebrews from centuries ago, young Negros
With dark skin and afros, who built castles
White halo's on black Anglo's, who were sold
Like Joseph, by his own brother, later on, to free his own mother
We only suffer cause the God love us
Give it to the hands of blood suckers
A lost tribe that was undiscovered
Until the British came and bumrushed us
What you think my desert eagle's for?
That's why Moses told Pharaoh, 'let his people go'
Until this day, that same evil grows
From oversears, the Ceasars, the black CO's
In the prison cell, living hell, naked and cold
You feel the chills when you hear them keyholes
All your freedom get closed, in the end, we all reap what we sow
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
It go, Deuteronomy 28, verse 48
"We was a chain gang, split up, and brought to these states"
[Hell Razah:]
Children of Zion, was choked, by them yokes of Ion
Now they screaming, let bygones be bygones and burnt icons
Before they white washed, everything bronze
Told the Israelites, they took away they right to bare arms
Johnny Hawkins, captured us, and started auctions
Back when cowboy spurs were for birth abortions
Queen Elizabeth, she sponsored and she help fund it
And we was slaughtered like some cattle, that been hunted through the jungle
Kept in dungeons in London in the fifteen hundreds
While they waited for the slaves, the ship Mayflower blundered
Now if a riot was the lies, it'll still be genocide
Black on black crime, kept us falling behind
Involuntery servitude, had us serving them food
A holocaust of the last jews, they should of been sued
Left our fathers in the solitude, sharper than spoons
On the chain gang singing about poverty blues
[Chorus x2]
[Hook: Hell Razah]
It go, chain gang, same things, same faces
Same names, same hell, same flames
Chain gang, chain gang, same names
Same faces, same hell, same flames
[sample: Richard Pryor]
There was one thing about the chain gang...
It couldn't move fast... if it couldn't move fast
It couldn't get in trouble...
[Outro: Hell Razah]
J.A. Rogers, part of the "chain gang"
Joan Chesemur, part of the "chain gang"
Harriet Tubman, part of the "chain gang"
This goes out, Sisters of Journal Truth, part of the "chain gang"
Jay Rivera, part of the "chain gang"
Malcolm X, be, part of the "chain gang"
True and living soldiers out there that died for the truth
Clarence [x13], part of the "chain gang"
Caleva Havvi, part of the "chain gang"
Rabbi Bivels, part of the "chain gang"
Left something for us to survive off of, in these last days
Daddy Rose, part of the "chain gang"
Huey P. Newton, part of the "chain gang"
Dred Scott, part of the "chain gang"
It's how it go down...
Nat Turner, part of the "chain gang"
Noble Drew Ali, part of the "chain gang"
Ho ha ho ha
I hear somethin' sayin'
Ho ha ho ha
Ho ha ho ha
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they're sayin'
Ho ha ho ha
Ho ha ho ha
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is going' down
Workin' on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
Can't hear them sayin'
Hmm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home
See my woman whom I love so dear
Meanwhile I have to work right here
Well don't you know
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Workin' on the chain gang
All day long they're sayin'
Hmm, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water I'm thirsty
My, my work is so hard
My, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Turn up the beat and make it sweet
Album four has already hit the streets
We're the chain gang, using loads of slang
We got better cars than the one in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
There's no flaw or chink in our fuk'n armour
Eggsie likes to fuk the local farmer
If you let us in your house, I wouldn't blink
Cos we'll nick more than your fuk'n kitchen sink
It's the Chain
It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain
It's the Chain Gang
Goldie Lookin' Chain with Adam Hussain
It's the Chain
It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain
It's the Chain Gang
Goldie Lookin' Chain with Adam Hussain
I broke the law, once or twice before
Robbing from the rich and stealing from the poor
A public enemy, bring the noise
And Check Yer 'Ead like the fuk'n Beastie Boys
Private Lines, Rizlas buy and sell, Copper Road... and Bainswell.
Gold chain around my neck, with a leisure suit and a pair of Hi Tecs.
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang (razzle dazzle)
Goldie Lookin' Chain with Adam Hussain
The chain's all interlinked and we're locked down tight
Give your mates some draw and ganja and a light
We're the chain gang back in your face
From the Eastside to the Westside you knows you're all safe
Willy Steiners, a Newport fish bar, a nice day out with your fuk'n Grandma
Cardiff Road to Maindee, everybody knows we're the GLC
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
Goldie Lookin' Chain with Adam Hussain
Yes, Mystikal back in this Medieval vibe
Using magical arts to chill with the tribe
Or chain gang as they're more commonly known
With sweet herbs and weed, we entered the zone
Crossing the cosmos and transcending dimensions
Mind bending medicines too many to mention
Travelling the 'Port and using the force
Then we climbed to Twmbalwm to return to the source
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
Goldie Lookin' Chain with Adam Hussain
Cleveland, St Woolos, Malpas and Brynglas
To Crinder, Bainswell and all of Maesglas
From The Gird to Allway, from Risca to Slowboat
Legalise draw Mr Flynn and you got my vote
Put draw, fags and rizla in a special way
Spark up the fu'ker and head to the milky way
But if you can't do it, album four will explain
Why not join the draw club of the Goldie Lookin' Chain
They don't know about my weed, they don't know about my speed
They don't know about my draw, they don't know what it's for
A can of lager and a rusty nail. The Argus, and The Western Mail
The bible and the Koran, Eggsie's offered sex down the local farm
My goldie like fashions is better than Versace
I paid fuk all cos I taxed 'em see
Feeling the vibe all across the 'Port
Turn up the volume of your fuk'n Escorts
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
It's the Chain, It's the Chain Gang
Goldie Lookin' Chain with Adam Hussain
Yeah, massive respect to all the GLC... Benny Blanco... Mystikal... fuk'n... (i am a robot, i am a robot) shut up! fuk'n... er... mr love eggs... knows it.
If you're from Crinder put your hands in the air
If you're from Maindee screaaaaaaaam
If you're from the Eastside say 'safe as fuk'
If you're from the Westside say 'you fuk'n knows it'
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what the fuck?
[Sheek]
Lox baby
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
[Jadakiss]
Bad boy
Stay back nigga
[Sheek]
Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little
Rascals
When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, cold niggas
Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
So if you want it, Fuck It!
In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like
a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
[Blackrob]
Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw
Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
Niggas is scared to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
I put one into you, I promise to God
It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob
[Styles]
You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,
I got flow while she's bagging her shit
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my spare time I learned to market Heron
I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
Science is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"
It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back
And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
[Jadakiss]
Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
Til this rap games like the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos
And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
We talking millions, you talking C-notes
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though
You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to look
Hard body with a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a half
Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah,Uh
Don't you know
That's the sound of the men
They're working on the chain gang
Woah, lord, the sound of the men
They're working on the chain gang
All day long, they're singing
Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah
Don't you know
The sound of the men
They're working on the chain gang
Can't you hear them
They're out there working
They're working on the chain gang
All day long, they work so hard
Til the sun is going down
Working on the highway and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You'll hear them
Moaning their lives away
Then you might hear
Somebody say now
That's the sound of the men
They're working on the chain gang
Woah, lord, the sound of the men
Working on the chain gang
All day long, they're going
Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah, Uh, Ah
That's the sound of the men
Working on the chain gang
Every day, that's the sound of men
They're working on the chain gang
This is what they're saying
I'm going home one of these days
I'm going home, yes, I am
See my woman, the Girl I love so dear
But in the meanwhile, people
You know I gotta work right here
The sound of the men
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what the fuck?
[Sheek]
Lox baby
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
[Jadakiss]
Bad boy
Stay back nigga
[Sheek]
Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little
Rascals
When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, cold niggas
Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
So if you want it, Fuck It!
In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like
a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
[Black Rob]
Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw
Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
Niggas is scared to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
I put one into you, I promise to God
It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob
[Styles]
You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,
I got flow while she's bagging her shit
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my spare time I learned to market Heron
I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
Science is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"
It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back
And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
[Jadakiss]
Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
Til this rap games like the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos
And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
We talking millions, you talking C-notes
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though
You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to look
Hard body with a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a half
[End]
Chain gang, chain gang
Oh, turn me loose
Why don't you set me free
Of heartache and blues
Well, he's gone, he's gone
I can't stand the pain
Set me free, turn me loose
Chain gang, chain gang
Well, I'm G U I L T Y
Guilty of a heart that breaks
Darlin', I loved you, but you said goodbye
You left me shackled to an old heartache
Chain gang, chain gang
Oh, turn me loose
Why don't you set me free
Of heartache and blues
Well, he's gone, he's gone
I can't stand the pain
Set me free, turn me loose
Chain gang, chain gang
And all day in, and all day out
Darlin', I'm just doin' time
I'm sentenced to life without you
Baby, it's a doggone crime
Well, he's gone, he's gone
I can't stand the pain
Set me free, turn me loose
Chain gang, chain gang
Set me free, turn me loose
That's the sound of the men, working down the chain
gang,
That's the sound of the men, working on the chain gang.
I hear something sayin'.
That's the sound of the men, working on the chain gang,
That's the sound of the men, working down the chain
gang.
All day long, we work so hard 'til the sun is going
down,
I'm working on the highways and byways and wearin',
wearin' a frown,
You hear them moanin' their lives away,
Until you hear somebody say,
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang,
That's the sound of the men working down the chain
gang.
I hear somethin' saying.
I'm going home one of these days,
I'm going home to see my woman,
Whom I love so dear,
But meanwhile I, I've got to work right here.
That's the sound of the men, working on the chain gang,
That's the sound of the men, working down the chain
gang.
My my my my oh my my, my work is so hard, give me
water,
I'm thirsty oh, oh my my, my work is so hard.
That's the sound of the men, working on the chain gang,
That's the sound of the men, working down the chain
gang,
Anyway you slice it
I've got to get out of this place
No way out now, bash a steel face
When I kick down the doors - all night long
You're takin' part just in a play
Break it up in my own way
Like a chain gang in a prison
You're with 'em... for too long
In a chain gang
You're with 'em... for too long
No way out, just a bloody trap I see
Hundred tons of dynamite rocket me!
When I blast down the walls - all night long
You're takin' part just in a play
Break it up in my own way
Like a chain gang in a prison
You're with 'em... for too long
In a chain gang
You're with 'em... for too long
A chain gang
Like a chain gang in a prison
You're with 'em... for too long
In a chain gang
You're with 'em... for too long
Far too long
Too long
You're in a chain gang - for too long
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
FADE
Chain Gang
What is that you gain,
With soul, body both in chains
While your stuck with,
Conventional minds
You're no better than slaves
What is that you gain,
With soul, body both in chains
Peform your duty,
Nine to five
You get lost in the crowd,
And hide yourself
Day by day the same shit
Don't you think it's bullshit
Submit to missions,
Authority leans
What's the purpose for that
Day by day the same shit
Don't you think it's bullshit
Seems no passion,
No ambition
Just like a broken blade
Kick those fence down
Run off to live
Kick those fence down
As you run off through the night
Deriding faces come in sight
Bear up tight, defy with might
Till the string untle
(Chorus)
Chain-Chain gang
Chain-Chain gang
Chain-Chain gang
Gang
Chain-Chain gang
Chain-Chain gang
Chain-Chain gang
Gang
Chain gang, let it hang
Let it gang, chain gang
Chain gang, make it spang