Cifras
The Prayer

Tom: A

Introdução:

Am                                      C                                    D                                         Em  
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                                                            C                                            D                              Em  
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                                                      C                                         D                                 Em  
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
                     Am                                 C                                 D                                    Em  
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me
verse 1
Am                                            C                         D                                            Em  
There's the man in white, his words are painted red
                     C                              D                                    Em                                      Am  
There's power in his blood and only truth in what is said
Am                                            C                              D                                 Em  
There's the man in black with a needle in his vein
                C                                 D                                         Em                                              Am  
Lying flat upon his back this is the prayer that he once prayed
He said,
Am                                      C                                    D                                         Em  
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                                                            C                                            D                              Em  
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                                                      C                                         D                                 Em  
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
                     Am                                 C                                 D                                    Em  
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me
verse 2
                        Am                                                                                                                      C              G  
And this harem in my heart is filled with hot metal and fools gold
                          Em                                    Am                                                                    C                            G  
Once your statue turns to dirt all that's left in the end is your soul
                                        Am  
God save your soul
                             Am                    C              G                    Am                 C                      G  
So he said shout out of control with all your heart and soul
                                Am                      C                    G            Am  
Though this cold world may tear you apart
Em              C                            G  
Let the whole world know
Am                                      C                                    D                                         Em  
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                                                            C                                            D                              Em  
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                                                      C                                         D                                 Em  
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
                     Am                                 C                                 D                                 Em  
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me
Am                                      C                                    D                                         Em  
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                                                            C                                            D                              Em  
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                                                      C                                         D                                 Em  
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
                     Am                                 C                                 D                                 Am  
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me
Outro
Am                                      C  
Lord, I am just a man
                        D                                    Am  
I cannot be the king of me