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

	  		
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