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SILVER AND GOLD

In the shithouse, a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
If only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town,
No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fall down,
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground.
Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the floor
I scream at the silence
That crawls uner the door (under the floor).

Chorus
The warden says,
"The exit is sold,"
If you want a way out - Silver and Gold.
Silver and Gold.
There's a rope around my neck
There's a trigger in you gun
Jesus say something!
I am someone!

I seen the coming and going
The captians and kings
Their navy blue uniforms
Them bright and shiny things
Yes, captians and kings in the slave ships hold
They came to collect
Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold

The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister I ain't got nothing
But it's more than you've got

These chains no longer bind me
Nor the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free (set them free).

Last chorus
A prize fighter is told
Hit where it hurts - For Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold.
You can stop the world from turning around.
You just gotta pay a penny in the pound.