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 torched estates

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 leaders 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 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’t no one be well?

But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong

When the world is sick

Can’t no one be well?

But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong

When the world is sick

Can’t no one be well?

But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong…