SILVER AND GOLD


Darkness descending

Night coming down in the city

She walks the streets in search of fortune

Down in a doorway,

A man with no hope or pride

He can’t go on, he can’t survive

Out in the jungle called the city

You’ll never make it on your own

You got to have that



Silver and gold, see you grow old

Turn with your back to the wall

Silver and gold, out in the cold

Run but there’s nowhere to go



He’s got no future,

All just because of his past

He’s got a gun, he’s tired of talking

Hole in your pocket, role in your shoe

Chip on your shoulder, you got that too

You steal a ride,

You’re tired of talking



Out in the cold, cold winter city

You’ll never make it on your own