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

I'm the one you pushed aside But it's coming back to you Yeah it's coming back to you -hey! Run to the sound Take it back and double down 'Cause it's coming back to you Yeah it's coming back to you Well Ah-ah-ah Well we're pouring gasoline So dance around the fire that we once believed in Ah-ah-ah It'll never be the same, now 'Cause there's nothing left for us to be Give it up the champions of greed So come around and have another round on me Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn -hey! Snake's in the grass while you are living in the past Say what're you gonna do? Yeah what're you gonna do? -hey! Earn never learn When you're cheering while it burns Yeah we're coming after you Yeah we're coming after you -hey! Slim Pickens well he does the right thing And he rides the bomb to hell Yeah he rides the bomb to hell Watch the pulse, it quickens after every little sting If you're gonna go to hell Drinking up you might as well Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on a missile with a cowboy hat, and Ah-ah-ah Well the world is gonna end So dance around the fire that we once believed in Ah-ah-ah Wanna tear it down again, now 'Cause there's nothing left for us to be Give it up the sons of anarchy So come around and have another round on me Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn! -hey! (Solo) Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missile with the baseball bat, and Ah-ah-ah Well We're pouring gasoline So dance around the fire that we once believed in Ah-ah-ah It'll never be the same The takers and the liers that we all believed in Ah-ah-ah Well we're going down in flames So dance around the fire We dance around the fire 'Cause it's never left for us to be Give it up the champions of grief So come around and have another round on me Hey! -hey! Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn! -hey!