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 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 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 fucker dance, let the motherfucker 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