In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
If only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town, 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, chained to the ground
The warden says "The exit's sold."
If you want a way out
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the floor
I scream at the silence
It's crawling, crawls under the door
There's a rope around my neck
And there's a trigger in your gun
Jesus, say something!
I am someone, I am someone
Captains and Kings in the ship's hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold, silver and gold
I seen the coming and the going
Seen the captains and the Kings
Seen their navy blue uniforms
Seen them bright and shiny things, bright and shiny things
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)
A prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts – For Silver and Gold
You can stop the world from turning around
You just gotta pay a penny in the pound
