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