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In the shit house, a shotgun |
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Praying hands hold me down |
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If only the hunter was hunted |
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In this tin can town, |
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No stars in the black night |
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Looks like the sky fall down, |
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No sun in the daylight |
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Looks like it's chained to the ground. |
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Broken back to the ceiling |
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Broken nose to the floor |
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I scream at the silence |
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That crawls under the door (under the floor). |
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Chorus: |
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The warden says, |
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'The exit is sold,' |
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If you want a way out - silver and gold. |
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Silver and gold. |
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There's a rope around my neck |
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There's a trigger in your gun |
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Jesus say something! |
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I am someone! |
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I seen the coming and going |
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The captains and the kings |
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Their navy blue uniforms |
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Them bright and shiny things |
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Yes, captains and kings in the slave ships hold |
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They came to collect |
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Silver and gold |
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Silver and gold |
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The temperature is rising |
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The fever white hot |
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Mister I ain't got nothing |
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But it's more than you've got |
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These chains no longer bind me |
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Nor the shackles at my feet |
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Outside are the prisoners |
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Inside the free (set them free). |
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A prize fighter in a corner is told |
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Hit where it hurts - silver and gold |
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Silver and gold. |
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You can stop the world from turning around |
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You just gotta pay a penny in the pound. |
