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 along 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...