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