The Prayer

Am               C              D                Em
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                       C                 D            Em
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C                D             Em
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C             D              Em
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me


[Verse 1]
Am                 C          D                 Em
There's the man in white, his words are painted red
        C            D              Em               Am
There's power in his blood and only truth in what is said
Am                 C            D             Em
There's the man in black with a needle in his vein
      C             D                Em                  Am
Lying flat upon his back this is the prayer that he once prayed


[Chorus]

He said,
Am               C              D                Em
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                       C                 D            Em
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C                D             Em
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C             D              Em
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me


[Verse 2]
         Am                                             C      G
And this harem in my heart is filled with hot metal and fools gold
          Em              Am                          C           G
Once your statue turns to dirt all that's left in the end is your soul
               Am
God save your soul

           Am        C      G        Am       C         G
So he said shout out of control with all your heart and soul
            Am         C        G     Am
Though this cold world may tear you apart
Em      C           G
Let the whole world know


[Chorus]
Am               C              D                Em
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                       C                 D            Em
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C                D             Em
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C             D             Em
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me


[Chorus]
Am               C              D                Em
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne's a busted chair
Am                       C                 D            Em
This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C                D             Em
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C             D             Am
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me


[Outro]
Am               C
Lord, I am just a man
         D              Am
I cannot be the king of me