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 exodus 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.