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They put angels in the electric chair Straight-up angels in 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! This is our torched estates (and we are your sweet mistakes) And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones Who among us will avenge miss 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 dont 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 killing anyone And consider yourself golden Lost a friend to cocaine Couple friends to smack Troubled hearts map deserts And they rarely do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hill
s 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 and 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 as 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 dont get photographed God bless this century When the world is sick can't no one be well But i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
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