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

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][F][C][G]
[Am][F][C][G]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Take me for a [F]ride
I'm the [C]one you pushed [G]aside
But it's [Am]coming back to [F]you
Yeah it's [C]coming back to [G]you, hey!
[Am]Run to the s[F]ound
Take it [C]back
and double [G]down
'Cause it's [Am]coming back to [F]you
Yeah it's [C]coming back to [G]you

[Chorus 1]
Well
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
Well we're [C]pouring gaso[G]line
So [Am]dance around the [F]fire
that we [C]once be[G]lieved in
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
It'll [C]never be the [G]same, now
[F]'Cause there's nothing left for us [G]to be
[F]Give it up the champion[G]s of greed
[F]So come around
and have ano[G]ther round of ...
[Am]Dance [G]fucker [Am]dance,
let [G]the [Am]mother[G]fucker [Am]burn, hey!

[Chorus 2]
[Am]Snake's in the [F]grass
while you are [C]living in the [G]past
Say [Am]what're you gonna [F]do?
Yeah [C]what're you gonna [G]do, hey!
[Am]Earn never [F]learn
When you're [C]cheering while it [G]burns
Yeah we're [Am]coming after [F]you
Yeah we're [C]coming after [G]you, hey!

[Verse 2]
[Am]Slim Picke[F]ns well he does [C]the right thin[G]g
And he [Am]rides the bomb to [F]hell
Yeah he [C]rides the bomb to [G]hell
[Am]Watch the pulse,
it [F]quickens after [C]every little [G]sting
If you're [Am]gonna go to [F]hell
Drinking [C]up you might as [G]well

[Pre-chorus 1]
[Dm]Are you really gonna take it like that?
[F]Riding on the missile
with the [G]cowboy hat, and

[Chorus 3]
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
Well the [C]world is gonna [G]end
So [Am]dance around the [F]fire
that we [C]once be[G]lieved in
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
Wanna [C]tear it down [G]again, now
[F]'Cause there's nothing left for us [G]to be
[F]Give it up
the sons of [G]anarchy
[F]So come around
and have ano[G]ther round of ...
[Am]Dance [G]fucker [Am]dance,
let [G]the [Am]mother[G]fucker [Am]burn, hey!

[Interlude 1]
[Am][F][C][G]
[Am][F][C][G]
[Am][F][C][G]
[Am][F][C][G]

[Pre-chorus 2]
[Dm]Are you really gonna take it like that?
[F]Riding on the missile
with the [G]baseball bat, and

[Chorus 4]
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
Well we're [C]pouring gaso[G]line
So [Am]dance around the [F]fire
that we [C]once be[G]lieved in
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
It'll [C]never be the [G]same
The [F]takers and the liars that we [G]all believed in
[Am]Ah- ah- [F]ah
Well we're [C]going down in [G]flames
So [Am]dance around the [F]fire
We [C]dance around the [G]fire
[F]'Cause it's never left for us [G]to be
[F]Give it up the champion[G]s of grief
[F]So come around
and have [G]another round of [Am]me
Hey, hey!
[Am]Dance [G]fucker [Am]dance,
let [G]the [Am]mother[G]fucker [Am]burn!