Machines Of Loving Grace Burn Like Brilliant Trash (at Jackie's Funeral)
Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues Kick off your flares and platform shoes And burn like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral This machine has gone insane We're powered-up power slaves So we burn like brillliant trash at Jackie's funeral Burn, baby, burn White house rapist, soul disease Invested with godlike authority Light 'em up, do as you please And burn like brilliant trash (eternity) Where is now your American dream I saw him down on the street pimping Not for sale at any price Fisher king do what you like I supplied the molten lead in Jackie's lifelike dream I survived while Ruby died in Jackie's trashy fantasy And we burn and we burn and we burn and we burn Slippery angels gone astray Holy man can you say I pledge allegiance to this array of Insanity, destruction and decay Uzi merciless girl Where do you land, the man of this world We're stripped down to bleeding or dying Or scrawling on walls meaningless words Burn, baby, burn