Am E Like a Mississippi Windchime in the breeze Am Danglin? down from the sycamore tree. E Like a vessel of wrath shattered on the ground, Am Old Judge Lynch dropped the hammer down. E Am It?s dust to dust, to Angel Lust, E Am For St. Angeline. And you?re mine. E Two Easters left in my Christmas plow. Am I wouldn?t take a dollar for my journey now. E They put the ?laughter? in slaughter, the ?lie? in believe Am ?Cause my carbon footprint sinks six feet deep. E Am It?s dust to dust, to Angel Lust, E Am For St. Angeline. And you?re mine. Piano solo: "no help here yet" E The LORD may condemn me but my baby forgives. Am She?ll meet me inside the final tent I pitch. E White water lillies in my funeral spray, Am Showered on my baby like a fine bouquet. E Am It?s dust to dust, to Angel Lust, E Am For St. Angeline. And you?re mine. E So cast your useless sabres aside. Am Make the Devil eat his hat and set your head on fire. E It all shakes out the same way in the end. Am The meat slides out in the shape of the can. E Am It?s dust to dust, to Angel Lust, E Am For St. Angeline. And you?re mine.