Silver and Gold (Live)

In the shithouse, 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

The warden says, "The exodus sold"

If you want a way out

Silver and

Broken 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 someone

Captains and Kings in the ship's hold

They came to collect

Silver and gold, silver and gold

Seen the coming and the going

Seen them captains and Kings

Seen their navy blue uniforms

Seen them bright and shiny things, bright and shiny things, yeah

The temperature is a-rising

The fever, white hot

Mister, I ain't got nothing

But it's more than you've got

Chains no longer bind me

Nor the shackles at my feet

Outside are the prisoners

Inside the free

Set them free

Set them free

A prize fighter in a corner is told

"Hit where it hurts

For silver and gold"

Silver and gold

Yeah, Silver and Gold

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

'Round about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven

Was putting 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 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 Africa

Am I buggin' you?

I don't mean to bug ya

Okay Edge, play the blues