In the shit house, a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
If only the hunter was hunted
In this 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
Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the floor
I scream at the silence
That crawl under the door
That crawl under the floor
The warden says
The exit is sold
If you want a way out
Silver and Gold — Silver and Gold
There’s a rope around my neck
There’s a trigger in your gun
Jesus — say something
I am someone
I see them coming and going
The captains and the kings
The navy blue uniforms