U2 Silver and Gold Lyrics

In 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 fell down
No sun in the daylight; Looks like it, chained to the ground
Chained to the ground

The warden said, "The exit is 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 coming; It crawls under the door
There's a rope around my neck and there's a trigger in your gun
Jesus I say something; I am someone; I am someone

Captains and kings in the ships hold
They came to collect silver and gold
Silver and gold

Seen them coming and a 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

[Spoken:]
(Yeah, silver and gold. This song was written in a hotel room in New York city.
Around 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 "peace-makers" of the West,
for they argue and while they fail to support a man like Bishop Tutu
and his requests for economic sanctions against South Africa.
Am I bugging you?
I don't mean to bug you.

Okay, Edge, play the blues...)