God Bless Our Dead Marines
Silver Mt. ZionVersion1
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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
And oh! How we to and fro! To and fro! To and fro!
This is our torched estates
(and we are your sweet mistakes)
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge miss 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 princes sleep
Dead kids dont 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 dont 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
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Readable chord sheet for God Bless Our Dead Marines by Silver Mt. Zion
e----------------------------------------| b----------------------------------------| g----------------------------------------| d---------------------------2------------| a--0--2--3--2--0---0--2--3-----2---------| E----------------------------------------| e----------------------------------------| b----------------------------------------| g----------------------------------------| d----------------------------------------| a--0--2--3--2--0--------2--3--2--0-------| E-----------------3--0--------------3h5--| They put an[Am]gels in the electric chair Straight-up an[Am]gels in the electric chair [Am]And no-one knew or no-one cared [Am]But burning stars lit up their hair [Am]And burning stars lit up their hair [Am]And crawled to heaven on golden stairs And o[Am]h! How we to and fro! To and fro! To and fro! [Am]This [C5]is ou[Bb5]r torched estates (and we are your sweet mistakes) And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones Who among us will avenge miss nina simone? There's f[Am]resh meat in the c[G]lub tonight God bl[F]ess our dead marines So[Am]meone had an acc[G]ident Ab[F]ove the burning trees While som[Dm]ewhere distant peacefully Our vu[Am]lgar princes sl[G]eep D[Am]ead kids dont get p[G]hotographed God bl[F]ess our dead marines The hu[Am]ngry and the ha[G]nged The da[F]maged and the done St[Am]riving 'long this spin[G]ning rock Tu[F]mbling past the sun Get th[Dm]rough this life without kil[Am]ling an[G]yone And c[Am]onsider yourself go[G]lden [F] L[Am]ost a friend to co[G]caine C[F]ouple friends to smack T[Am]roubled hearts map [G]deserts A[F]nd they rarely do come back L[Am]ost a friend to oce[G]ans L[F]ost a friend to hills L[Am]ost a friend to sui[G]cide L[F]ost a friend to pills L[Am]ost a friend to mon[G]sters L[F]ost a friend to shame L[Am]ost a friend to mar[G]riage L[F]ost a friend to blame L[Dm]ost a friend to worry and L[Am]ost a friend to we[G]alth L[Am]ost a friend to stu[G]bborn pride And th[F]en I lost myself I lo[Am]ve my d[G]og and s[F]he loves me The wo[Am]rld's a m[G]ess and s[F]o are we She tu[Dm]mbles long green muddy fields S[Am]ick with joy and g[G]lee And [Am]as she dreams sweet pu[G]ppy dreams Wh[F]impering gently There's fr[Am]esh meat in the cl[G]ub tonight God bl[F]ess our dead marines Som[Am]eone had an acc[G]ident Ab[F]ove the burning trees While so[Dm]mewhere distant peacefully Our vu[Am]lgar princes sl[G]eep D[Am]ead kids dont get ph[G]otographed God bl[F]ess this century When the wo[Am]rld is s[G]ick can't no[C] one be w[F]ell But i dr[Am]eamt we was all bea[G]utiful and st[F]rong