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 cant go on, he cant survive Out in the jungle called the city Youll 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 theres nowhere to go Hes got no future, All just because of his past Hes got a gun, hes tired of talking Hole in your pocket, role in your shoe Chip on your shoulder, you got that too You steal a ride, Youre tired of talking Out in the cold, cold winter city Youll never make it on your own
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