D
Oh, these mountains make me crazy
   F#m
My legs can’t seem to stand
            Bm                             G
And I’ll be leaving in the morning with or without you she said
       D
If I’m breaking what I’m building
                F#m
I’ve ripped out every single stone
            Bm                                  G
And you can break my soul or bones girl but you can’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 doesn’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 that’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 children’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
Don’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 it’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 won’t find it in these streets
         Em
We won’t find it in these streets

         Bm                                   D
They say that that doesn’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 that’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 they’re killing me

         D
Well the tree lines weave through fields
      F#m
Giant serpents of the south
               D                                 Em
I’ve seen the sun set on the ocean I’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 won’t make me free