Mountains Make Me Crazy

Oh, these mountains make me crazy
Oh, my legs can't seem to stand
"And I'll be leaving in the morning with or without you", she said
If I'm breaking what I'm building
I've ripped out every single stone
And you can break my soul or bones, girl, but you can't destroy my home
No, you cant destroy my home
If the street lights they all flicker
Just like candles in the street
Well, 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
Well, the kings all know my face, lord, and the jokers pulled my card
Oh, the jokers pulled my card

They say that that doesn't kill you makes you stronger
And I should be pretty strong or so it seems
Well, cause I almost died a thousand times
Oh, death, it follows me
Well, I guess that'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
Well, the children's screams are crazy
Eyes are blacked out from the smoke
Well, I can spare some bread and water, but I cannot spare my coat
No, I cannot spare my coat

Don't damn my imagination
Cause my dreams are all I have
Well, in the day it's damp and dirty
But when I sleep it's not that bad
Dirty hands they cling to boxcars
Tender tears stain frozen cheeks
Were all searching for salvation but we won't find it in these streets
We won't find it in these streets

Well they say that that doesn't kill you makes you stronger
And I should be pretty strong or so it seems
Well, cause I almost died a thousand times
Oh, death, it follows me
Well, I guess that's what separates us gods from kings

Everybody lives for something
I guess I must live to think
But you can have my thoughts at half the cost
Because I think they're killing me
Well, the tree lines weave through fields
Giant serpents of the south
I've seen the sun set on the ocean, watched the daylight drown itself

Watch the poets drink their whiskey
They point out problems in our lives
But you will never read his notebooks
He wont be famous till he dies
Well, without our hearts were nothing
And without our spines, we are weak
Well, you can pump my blood or hold me up, but that still won't make me free
No that still won't make me free



Credits
Writer(s): Cyle Barnes, Cain Barnes, Damien Bone, Samuel Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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