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In the shithouse a shotgun
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Praying hands hold me down
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Only the hunter was hunted
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In this tin can town
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Tin can town
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No stars in the black night
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Looks like the sky fell down
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No sun in the daylight
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Looks like it's chained to the ground
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Chained to the ground
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The warden said
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The exit is sold
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If you want a way out
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Silver and gold
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Broken back to the ceiling
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Broken nose to the floor
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I scream at the silence, it's crawling
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It crawls under the door
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There's a rope around my neck
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And there's a trigger in your gun
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Jesus say something
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I am someone, I am someone
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I am someone
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Captain and kings in the ships hold
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They came to collect silver and gold
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Silver and gold
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See the coming and going
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See them captains and the kings
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See them navy blue uniforms
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See them bright and shiny things
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Bright, shiny things
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The temperature is rising
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The fever white hot
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Mister, I ain't got nothing
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But it's more than you got
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Chains no longer bind me
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Not the shackles at my feet
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Outside are the prisoners
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Inside the free
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Set them free
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Set them free
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A prize fighter in a corner is told
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Hit where it hurts, silver and gold
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Silver and gold
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Silver & Gold
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