Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell

Take me for a ride
Dm              Ab
I'm the one you pushed aside
F               C
But it's coming back to you
Dm              Ab
Yeah it's coming back to you -hey!
F                C

Run to the sound
Dm             Ab
Take it back and double down
F               C
'Cause it's coming back to you
Dm              Ab
Yeah it's coming back to you
F               C

Well

Ah-ah-ah Well we're pouring gasoline
Dm       Ab          F             C
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm       Ab              F              C

Ah-ah-ah It'll never be the same, now
Dm       Ab      F          C
'Cause there's nothing left for us to be
Ab                              C
Give it up the champions of greed
Ab                 C
So come around and have another round on me
Ab                         C

Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn -hey!
Dm

Snake's in the grass while you are living in the past
Dm             Ab                 F              C
Say what're you gonna do?
Dm                    Ab
Yeah what're you gonna do? -hey!
     F                C

Earn never learn
Dm         Ab
When you're cheering while it burns
     F                        C
Yeah we're coming after you
     Dm                 Ab
Yeah we're coming after you -hey!
     F                  Ab

Slim Pickens well he does the right thing
Dm   Ab              F              C
And he rides the bomb to hell
Dm                    Ab
Yeah he rides the bomb to hell
        F              C
Watch the pulse, it quickens after every little sting
Dm                  Ab             F            C
If you're gonna go to hell
Dm                  Ab
Drinking up you might as well
         F            C

Are you really gonna take it like that?
Gm
Riding on a missile with a cowboy hat, and
Ab                         C
Ah-ah-ah Well the world is gonna end
Dm       Ab          F           C
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm                  Ab        F       C

Ah-ah-ah Wanna tear it down again, now
Dm       Ab            F           C
'Cause there's nothing left for us to be
Ab                              C
Give it up the sons of anarchy
Ab                     C
So come around and have another round on me
Ab                      C
Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn! -hey!
Dm

(Solo)

Are you really gonna take it like that?
Gm
Riding on the missile with the baseball bat, and
Ab                             C
Ah-ah-ah Well We're pouring gasoline
Dm    Ab            F           C
So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm              Ab               F             C

Ah-ah-ah It'll never be the same
Dm    Ab             F        C
The takers and the liers that we all believed in
Dm                 Ab            F          C

Ah-ah-ah Well we're going down in flames
Dm     Ab              F          C
So dance around the fire
Dm                  Ab
We dance around the fire
F                   C

'Cause it's never left for us to be
Ab                         C
Give it up the champions of grief
Ab                 C
So come around and have another round on me
Ab                      C

Hey! -hey!

Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn! -hey!
Dm