Bono – “Silver and Gold” (1986)

January 16, 2009 at 9:57 am (Poetry & Literature, U2)

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 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 gold

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

Captain and kings
In the ship’s hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold

Seen the coming and going
Seen them captains and the kings
See them navy blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny things,
Bright shiny things

The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain’t got nothing
But it’s more than you got

Chains no longer bind me
Not 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
Silver and gold
Silver and gold.

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