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.