Verso 1: We never tired Stood and fought the EF-10 chains and meadows We cut a sector and the district punched us out Confuse the choir Bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult Let the trembling palm of my hand And the backhanded compliments land on your tan lines Oh, your tan lines flow out Like petroleum caught in our glands All our teeth falling out, oh my God Your tan lines Oh, your tan lines Post-Chorus Verso 2: I was feeling worse Declaring amnesty, keeping heads together Asylum seekers in a laundromat at night We're holding court Kept a catchment on display against the weather A subtle ploy to keep the deal intact at the US rate Let the trembling palm of my hand And the backhanded compliments stand on your landmines Oh, your landmines glow out Like petroleum caught in our glands All our teeth falling out, oh my God Your tan lines Oh, your tan lines Pós-Refrão Outro Oh, your tan lines glow (x12)