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Silver and Gold

In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
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 is 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
It crawls under the door
There's a rope around my neck
And there’s, there's a trigger in your gun
Jesus say something
I am someone, I am someone
Captains and kings in the ships hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
See the coming and the going
See the captains and the kings
See them navy blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny things
Bright, shiny things, yeah
The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't got nothing
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them free
Set them free
A prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts
Silver and gold
Silver and gold

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