In the shit house, 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 under 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 your gun Jesus say something! I am someone!
I seen the coming and going The captains and the kings Their navy blue uniforms Them bright and shiny things Yes, captains 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).
A prize fighter in a corner is told Hit where it hurts - silver and gold Silver and gold. You can stop the world from turning around You just gotta pay a penny in the pound.