Intro: I was born in a forked-tongued story Raised up by merchants and drugstore liars Now I walk on the paths of glory One foot in ice and one in fire I see the mountain, the mountain come to me I see the mountain and that is all I see Some poor prophet comes, some find solace Some lay him down in a junkyard bay Some will chase us and some will call us Gone, gone, gone in a day Gone to the mountain, the mountain come to me I see the mountain and that is all I see Instrumental: