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