God Bless Our Dead Marines
Mar. 6th, 2010 | 08:48 pm
When the world is sick can't no one be well
But i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
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
/A Silver Mt. Zion/
But i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
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
/A Silver Mt. Zion/