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Silver and Gold

In the shit house a shotgun

Praying hands hold me down

Only the hunter was hunted

In this tin can town

Tin can townNo stars in the black night

Looks like the sky fell down

No sun in the daylight

Looks like it's chained to the ground

Chained to the ground

The warden said

The exit is sold

If you want a way out

Silver and goldBroken back to the ceiling

Broken nose to the floor

I scream at the silence, it's crawling

It 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

I am someoneCaptain and kings

In the ships hold

They came to collect

Silver and gold

Silver and goldSeen the coming and going

Seen them captains and the kings

See them navy blue uniforms

See them bright and shiny things

Bright shiny thingsThe temperature is rising

The fever white hot

Mister, I ain't got nothing

But it's more than you gotChains no longer bind me

Not the shackles at my feet

Outside are the prisoners

Inside the free

Set them free

Set them freeA prize fighter in a corner is told

Hit where it hurts

Silver and gold

Silver and goldYep, silver and gold

This song was written in a hotel room in New York city

'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,

Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid

This is a song written about a man

In a shanty town outside of Johannesburg

A man who's sick of looking down

The barrel of white South Africa

A man who is at the point

Where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor

A man who has lost faith in the peacemakers of the west

While they argue and while they fail to support a man

Like bishop Tutu and his request for economic sanctions

Against South AfricaAm I buggin' you, I don't mean to bug yaOkay Edge, play the blues

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