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Silver And Gold - Lyrics by U 2

In the shit housea shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
I f only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
No stars in the black night
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground.
Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose on the floor
I scream at the silence
That crawls under the floor (under the floor).CHORUS
The warden says
The exit is sold,I f 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
Yescaptains and kings in the salve ships hold
They came to collect
Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold
The temperatur 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 there are prisoners
Inside the free (set them free).LAST CHORUSA prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts - For Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold.
You can stop the world from turning around.
You just gotta pay a penny in the pound.