But it's a beautiful view, when we're looking down From this high, over snow capped mountains Crimson dyed, don't give my momma black roses I gotta gun, but I’m not strong enough to hold it Crimson dyed, a broken record for a token Pay a silver dollar for another crime story But when you're looking down, from this high And I just made it to the clouds And it'll be a while before I hit the ground,(let's go) And taking freedom from me now Would be like taking water from the nile Cause the river still flows From a story that a dam couldn't hold