Mountains Make Me Crazy

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