Cub Callaway and The Révolutionnaires - Silver and Gold

The country is hot
The country is cold
The country's been sold
I trust Silver and gold
Give me Silver and gold
I need Silver and gold

And all the time you are trading
Spinning wheels and creating deals
And all the greed that you are taking
Is leaving their dreams at the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the sea

The currency is old
The currency's been sold
The currency may fold
I want Silver and gold
Give me Silver and gold
I need Silver and gold

The regulator is hot
The regulator's cold
The regulator's been sold
When will they ever be told
When will they ever be bold
When will they ever grow old

And all the time you are trading
Spinning wheels creating deals
And all the greed that your taking
Is leaving their dreams at the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the sea

And all the time you are trading
Spinning wheels and creating deals
And all the greed that your taking
Is leaving their dreams at the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the sea

And all the time you are trading
Spinning wheels and creating deals
And all the greed that your taking
Is leaving their dreams at the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the sea

Written by:
Bruce Callaway

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