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^EIn the s*** house, a shotgun Praying hands hold me down 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.

Chorus

^E The warden said, "The ^Aexit is sold," If you ^Bwant a way out^E Silver and ^Egold.^A, ^E, ^A(XII), ^E, ^A(XII), ^E, ^A(XII), ^E

^E Broken back to the ceiling^A, ^E Broken nose to the floor^A(XII), ^E I scream at the sounds, it's coming^A, ^E Crawls under the door^A(XII), ^E

There's a rope around my neck and ^Athere's a^E Trigger in your gun^A(XII), ^E Jesus say something!^A, ^E I am someone! I ^A(XII)am someo^Ene! I ^Aam someo^Ene!^A(XII)

^E Captains and kings ^Ain the slave ships hold They ^Bcame to collect^E Silver and gold Silver and gold

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^ESeen them coming and going Seen them captains and the kings Seen them navy blue uniforms Seen them bright and shiny things, bright ^A(XII)shiny th^Eings, yeah!^A(XII), ^E, ^A, ^E

The temperature is rising^A(XII), ^E The fever white hot^A, ^E Mister I ain't got nothing ^A(XII) But it's^E More than you've got^A, ^E Chains no longer bind me^A(XII), ^E Nor the shackles at my feet^A, ^E Outside are the prisoners^A(XII), ^E Inside the free, ^Aset them ^Efree ^A(XII)Set them f^Eree^A

^E A prize fighter in a ^Acorner is told ^BHit where it hurts ^E-- silver and gold Silver and gold.

Spoken "Yep. Silver and gold. This song was written in a hotel room in New York City. Right about the time a friend of ours, little Steven, Was pulling together a record of artists against Apartheid. It's 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 at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor. A man who's lost faith in the peace makers 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 Africa. Am I bugging you? I don't mean to bug ya'. Okay Edge, play the blues."