Oh, these mountains make me crazy
My legs canâ??t seem to stand
And Iâ??ll be leaving in the morning with or without you she said
If Iâ??m breaking what Iâ??m building
Iâ??ve ripped out every single stone
And you can break my soul or bones girl but you canâ??t destroy my home
No you can't destroy my home
If these street lights they all flicker
Just like candles in the street
I will give my soul to strangers and let the bastards sell it cheap
I've seen girls out on the street lord
Men drunk on the boulevard
The kings all know my face lord and the jokers pulled my card
Oh, the jokers pulled my card
They say that that doesnâ??t kill you makes you stronger
I should be pretty strong or so it seems
Cause I almost died a thousand times
Oh, death it follows me
I guess thatâ??s what separates us gods from kings
We will plant our dead in boxes
And pray to god that something grows
Leave the widow on her knees
Boys dressed in black with empty hopes
The childrenâ??s screams are crazy
Their eyes are blacked out from the smoke
I can spare my bread and water, but I cannot spare my coat
No I cannot spare my coat
Donâ??t damn my imagination
Cause my dreams are all I have
In the day its damp and dirty
But when I sleep itâ??s not that bad
Dirty hands they cling to boxcars
Tender tears stain frozen cheeks
We're all searching for salvation but we wonâ??t find it in these streets
We wonâ??t find it in these streets
They say that that doesnâ??t kill you makes you stronger
I should be pretty strong or so it seems
Cause I almost died a thousand times
Oh, death it follows me
I guess thatâ??s what separates us gods from kings
Everybody lives for something
Well I guess I must live to think
You can have my thoughts at half the cost
'Cause I think theyâ??re killing me
Well the tree lines weave through fields
Giant serpents of the south
Iâ??ve seen the sun set on the ocean Iâ??ve seen the daylight drown itself
Poets drink their whiskey
They point out problems in our lives
Well you will will never read his notebooks
He wont be famous till he dies
Well without our hearts were nothing
And without our spines were weak
Well you can pump my blood or hold me up but that still won't make me free
No that still wonâ??t make me free