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GOD BLESS OUR DEAD MARINES - A Silver Mt Zion
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Tuning: standard
Modified from a fan site
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Am
They put angels in the electric chair
Am
Straight-up angels 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
Am
And oh! How we to and fro! To and fro! To and fro!
Am - C5 - Bb5
This is our torched estates
(and we are your sweet mistakes)
[Riff 1]
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
[Riff 2]
Who among us will avenge miss nina simone?
Am G
There's fresh meat in the club tonight
F
God bless our dead marines
Am G
Someone had an accident
F
Above the burning trees
Dm
While somewhere distant peacefully
Am G
Our vulgar princes sleep
Am G
Dead kids dont get photographed
F
God bless our dead marines
Am G
The hungry and the hanged
F
The damaged and the done
Am G
Striving 'long this spinning rock
F
Tumbling past the sun
Dm Am G
Get through this life without killing anyone
Am G F
And consider yourself golden
Am G
Lost a friend to cocaine
F
Couple friends to smack
Am G
Troubled hearts map deserts
F
And they rarely do come back
Am G
Lost a friend to oceans
F
Lost a friend to hills
Am G
Lost a friend to suicide
F
Lost a friend to pills
Am G
Lost a friend to monsters
F
Lost a friend to shame
Am G
Lost a friend to marriage
F
Lost a friend to blame
Dm
Lost a friend to worry and
Am G
Lost a friend to wealth
Am G
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
F
And then I lost myself
Am G F
I love my dog and she loves me
Am G F
The world's a mess and so are we
Dm
She tumbles long green muddy fields
Am G
Sick with joy and glee
Am G
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
F
Whimpering gently
Am G
There's fresh meat in the club tonight
F
God bless our dead marines
Am G
Someone had an accident
F
Above the burning trees
Dm
While somewhere distant peacefully
Am G
Our vulgar princes sleep
Am G
Dead kids dont get photographed
F
God bless this century
Am G C F
When the world is sick can't no one be well
Am G F
But i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
