[Refrão]
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 


[Refrão]
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 


[Refrão]
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 

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