Silver Mt Zion - God Bless Our Dead Marines lyrics

They put angels in the electric chair The electric chair The electric chair Straight-up angels in the electric chair The electric chair The electric chair They put angels in the electric chair The electric chair The electric chair Straight-up angels in the electric chair The electric chair The electric chair And no one knew or no one cared But burning stars lit up their hair And burning stars lit up their hair And crawled to heaven on golden stairs And oh, how we to and fro To and fro, to and fro Oh, how we to and fro To and fro, to and fro Oh, how we to and fro (This is our torched estate) To and fro, to and fro (This is our torched estate) Oh, how we to and fro (This is our torched estate) To and fro, to and fro (This is our torched estate) This is our torched estate This is our torched estate This is our torched estate This is our torched estate We're your sweet mistakes And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone? And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone? There's fresh meat in the club tonight God bless our dead marines Someone had an accident Above the burning trees While somewhere distant peacefully Our vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get photographed God bless our dead marines The hungry and the hanged The damaged and the done Striving 'long this spinning rock Tumbling past the sun Get through this life without k**ing anyone And consider yourself golden Lost a friend to c**aine Couple friends to smack Troubled hearts map deserts And they rarely do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide Lost a friend to pills Lost a friend to monsters Lost a friend to shame Lost a friend to marriage Lost a friend to blame Lost a friend to worry Lost a friend to wealth Lost a friend to stubborn pride And then I lost myself I love my dog and she loves me The world's a mess and so are we She tumbles long green, muddy fields Sick with joy and glee And then she dreams sweet puppy dreams Whimpering gently There's fresh meat in the club tonight God bless our dead marines Someone had an accident above the burning trees While somewhere distant peacefully Our vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get photographed God bless this century [Repeat as a round] When the world is sick can't no one be well But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong