Keith Richards
Silver and Gold (Live)
[Verse 1]
In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town, tin can town

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
The warden says, "The exit is sold"
If you want a way out...
Silver and—

[Verse 3]
Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the floor
I scream at the silence
It's crawling, crawls under the door

[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
Captains and kings in the ship's hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold, silver and gold

[Verse 5]
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

[Verse 6]
The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't got nothing
But it's more than you've got

[Verse 7]
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free, set them free
Set them free

[Chorus]
A prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts
Silver and gold, silver and gold
[Outro]
Yep, 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 bugging you? Don't mean to bug ya. Okay Edge, play the blues.