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! We 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 bleed 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 We'll be 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 Drink it up, you might as well Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missile with the 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 bleed Give it up, the sons of anarchy So come around and have another round on 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 Ah-ah-ah, well we're pouring gasoline So dance around the fire that we once believed in Ah-ah-ah, it will never be the same The takers and the liars 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 there's nothing left for us to bleed Give it up, the champions of greed So come around and have another round on me Hey, hey! Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn!