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 its 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.
Theres a rope around my neck
Theres 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 aint got nothing
But its more than youve 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.
