My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
There's the man in what his words are painted red
There's power in his blood
And truth and what he's said
There's a man in black
With a needle in his vein
Lying flat on his back
This is the prayer that he once prayed
He said
My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
And this harem in my heart
is filled with part metal and fool's gold
Once your statue turns to dirt
All that's left in the end is your soul
God save your soul
So he said shout out of control
With all your heart and soul
Though this cold world my tare you apart
Let the whole world know
My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
I am just a man
I cannot be the king of me
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
There's the man in what his words are painted red
There's power in his blood
And truth and what he's said
There's a man in black
With a needle in his vein
Lying flat on his back
This is the prayer that he once prayed
He said
My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
And this harem in my heart
is filled with part metal and fool's gold
Once your statue turns to dirt
All that's left in the end is your soul
God save your soul
So he said shout out of control
With all your heart and soul
Though this cold world my tare you apart
Let the whole world know
My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
My mountain is a mole hill
My throne is a busted chair
This crown has turned to rust
And it's all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I ride on
It's gonna buckle at the knee
All my castle made of sand
I cannot be the king of me
I am just a man
I cannot be the king of me