text: My mountain is a mole hill
  My thrones a busted chair
  This crown has turned to rust
  And its all tangled in my hair
  This high horse that I ride on
  Its gonna buckle at the knee
  Upon my castle made of sand
  I cannot be the king of me
  Theres the man in white
  His words are painted red
  Theres power in his blood
  And only truth in what he said
  Theres the man in black
  With a needle in his vein
  Lying flat upon his back
  This is the prayer that he once prayed
  He said
  My mountain is a mole hill
  My thrones a busted chair
  This crown has turned to rust
  And its all tangled in my hair
  This high horse that I ride on
  Its gonna buckle at the knee
  On my castle made of sand
  I cannot be the king of me
  And this harem in my heart
  Is filled with pot metal and fools gold
  Once your statue turns to dirt
  All thats 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 may tear you apart
  Let the whole world know
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  Lord, I am just a man
  I cannot be the king of me