Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell Tabulatur von The Offspring

Take me for a ride
Dm            Ab

I'm the one you pushed aside
F               C

But it's coming back to you
Dm              Ab

Yeah, it's coming back to you, hey!
F                 C


Run to the sound
Dm             Ab

Take it back and double down
F               C

'Cause it's coming back to you
Dm              Ab

Yeah, it's coming back to you
F                C


Ah-ah-ah, well we're pouring gasoline
Dm        Ab          F              C

So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm       Ab              F              C


Ah-ah-ah It'll never be the same, now
Dm       Ab      F           C

'Cause there's nothing left for us to bleed
Ab                              C

Give it up, the champions of greed
Ab                  C

So come around and have another round on me
Ab                         C


Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn! hey!
Dm

Snake's in the grass while you are living in the past
Dm             Ab                  F             C

Say what're you gonna do?
Dm                    Ab

Yeah what're you gonna do? -hey!
     F                 C


Earn, never learn
Dm          Ab

When you're cheering while it burns
     F                        C

Yeah we're coming after you
     Dm                 Ab

Yeah we're coming after you -hey!
     F                  Ab


Slim Pickens, well he does the right thing
Dm   Ab               F              C

And he rides the bomb to hell
Dm                    Ab

Yeah, he rides the bomb to hell
         F              C


Watch the pulse, it quickens after every little sting
Dm                  Ab             F            C

If you're gonna go to hell
Dm                  Ab

Drink it up, you might as well
         F             C


Are you really gonna take it like that?
Gm

Riding on the missile with the cowboy hat, and
Ab


Ah-ah-ah, well the world is gonna end
Dm        Ab          F           C

So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm                  Ab        F         C


Ah-ah-ah Wanna tear it down again, now
Dm       Ab            F           C

'Cause there's nothing left for us to bleed
Ab                              C

Give it up, the sons of anarchy
Ab                      C

So come around and have another round on me
Ab                      C


Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn! hey!
Dm


Are you really gonna take it like that?
Gm

Riding on the missile with the baseball bat, and
Ab                             C


Ah-ah-ah, well we're pouring gasoline
Dm    Ab             F           C

So dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm               Ab              F             C

Ah-ah-ah, it will never be the same
Dm    Ab               F         C

The takers and the liars that we all believed in
Dm                 Ab            F           C

Ah-ah-ah, well we're going down in flames
Dm     Ab               F           C

So dance around the fire
Dm                  Ab

We dance around the fire
F                   C


'Cause it's never left for us to be
Ab                         C

Give it up, the champions of greed
Ab                  C

So come around and have another round on me
Ab                       C


Hey! -hey!

Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn! hey!
Dm