Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb To Hell

Take me for a ride 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 Well we're pouring gasoline So dance around the fire that we once believed in 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 of me Dance f***er dance, let the motherf***er 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 the missile with the cowboy hat, and Well the world is gonna end So dance around the fire that we once believed in 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 of me Dance f***er dance, let the motherf***er burn, hey! Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missile with the baseball bat, and Well we're pouring gasoline So dance around the fire that we once believed in It'll never be the same The takers and the liars that we all believed in 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 of me Hey, hey! Dance f***er dance, let the motherf***er burn, hey!