Damn Those Mountains
Oh my luck still shines
Just west of the double crossed lines
And oh I've tried to break them up
We're all just thieves
Looking to steal another mans dream
Or at least to sell it for cheap
I know these roads
Like the back of my hand
And thats what they took
What they took from me
Oooh
But it's what you gave me
Oooh
Am I alive or dead
I'm wanted it either way
And all my wounds they bleed
With such irony
And take (take) my hand
Or whats left of it
I'm losing all my battles
But my battles keep me going strong
All my sins still sing
In the back of my head
And man I've tried to tune them out
My heart sheds truth
Just like a muted stop light
Red or green I don't know when to go
I feel these walls
Caving in not only in my dreams
Wrong or right
It's what we had to show
Oooh
But it's what you gave me
Oooh
Am I alive or dead
I'm wanted it either way
And all my wounds they bleed
With such irony
And take (take) my hand
Or whats left of it
I'm losing all my battles
But my battles keep me going strong
Am I alive or dead
I'm wanted it either way
And all my wounds they bleed
With such irony
And take (take) my hand
Or whats left of it
I'm losing all my battles
But my battles keep me going strong
Just west of the double crossed lines
And oh I've tried to break them up
We're all just thieves
Looking to steal another mans dream
Or at least to sell it for cheap
I know these roads
Like the back of my hand
And thats what they took
What they took from me
Oooh
But it's what you gave me
Oooh
Am I alive or dead
I'm wanted it either way
And all my wounds they bleed
With such irony
And take (take) my hand
Or whats left of it
I'm losing all my battles
But my battles keep me going strong
All my sins still sing
In the back of my head
And man I've tried to tune them out
My heart sheds truth
Just like a muted stop light
Red or green I don't know when to go
I feel these walls
Caving in not only in my dreams
Wrong or right
It's what we had to show
Oooh
But it's what you gave me
Oooh
Am I alive or dead
I'm wanted it either way
And all my wounds they bleed
With such irony
And take (take) my hand
Or whats left of it
I'm losing all my battles
But my battles keep me going strong
Am I alive or dead
I'm wanted it either way
And all my wounds they bleed
With such irony
And take (take) my hand
Or whats left of it
I'm losing all my battles
But my battles keep me going strong
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Fridrich-metz
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