August 19th, 2005

• A Silver Mt. Zion
• 8/19/05 03:27 am
• "God Bless Our Dead Marines"
  
  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
  To and fro, to and fro
  Oh, how we to and fro
  To and fro, to and fro
  
  This our charged mistakes
  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 tree
  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 road
  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 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
  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 don't get photographed
  God bless this century
  
  When the world is sick
  Can no one be well?
  But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
  
  When the world is sick
  Can no one be well?
  But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
  
  When the world is sick
  Can no one be well?
  But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong...
  
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