Muzyka: Mustaine Friedman
Słowa: Mustaine, Bud Prager

Ain't got no job
Ain't got no smoke
Ain't got a car
His life's a joke
Living on the skids
Thinks the world's just fine
Forgot what he did
Dancing on the breadline

No one there to bind him
Nothing to remind him
Nowhere left to find him

About to lose his lifeline
He's dancing on the breadline

Forgot who he is
Forgot who he was
Used to call the shots
Now he can't connect the dots
A mover and shaker
Getting closer to his maker
Lower than a hemline
Dancing on the breadline

No one there to bind him
Nothing to remind him
Nowhere left to find him, nowhere!
About to lose his lifeline
He's looking for a headline
Sniffing up the white lines
He's dancing on the breadline

Solo - Mustaine

Watch him dance!

About to lose his lifeline
He's looking for a headline
Sniffing up the white lines
He's dancing on the breadline

Solo fills - Friedman
Solo - Mustaine

No one, nothing, nowhere
Dancing on the breadline
He forgot and he ain't got nothing