in the shit-house 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.

broken back to the ceiling,
broken nose to the floor.
i scream and the sounds just come in
it crawls under the door,
there's a rope around my neck and there's a
trigger in your gun.
Jesus--I say something-
i am someone, I am someone

captains and kings in the ship's hold,
they've come to collect
silver and gold, silver and gold.

seen their comin and their going,
seen their captains and kings,
seen their navy blue uniforms,
i've seen their bright and shiny things
bright and shiny things, yeah!

the temperature is a-rising,
the fever white-hot.
mister I ain't got nothin,
but it's more than you've got.
chains no longer bind me,
not thoses shackles at my feet.
outside are the prisoners,
inside the free, set them free!
set them free.

the prized-fighter in the corner is told
to hit where it hurts for silver and gold,
silver and gold.

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