Dm Bb F C (x2)
Dm Bb F C
Take me for a ride, I’m the one you pushed aside.
Dm Bb F C
But it’s coming back to you. Yeah, it’s coming back to you, hey!
Dm Bb F C
Run to the sound, take it back and double down
Dm Bb F C
‘Cause it’s coming back to you. Yeah, it’s coming back to you
Dm Bb F C
Well, ah-ah-ah, well, we’re pouring gasoline,
Dm Bb F C
so dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm Bb F C
Ah-ah-ah, it will never be the same now
Bb C
‘Cause there’s nothing left for us to be.
Bb C
Give it up, the champions of greed
Bb C
So come around and have another round of me.
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn, hey!
Dm Bb F C
Snake’s in the grass while you’re living in the past.
Dm Bb F C
Say, what’re you gonna do? Yeah, what’re you gonna do, hey?
Dm Bb F C
Earn, never learn, when you’re cheering while it burns.
Dm Bb F C
Yeah, we’re coming after you. Yeah, we’re coming after you, hey!
Dm Bb F C
Slim Pickens, well, he does the right thing,
Dm Bb F C
and he rides the bomb to hell, yeah, he rides the bomb to hell
Dm Bb F C
Watch the pulse, it quickens after every little sting.
Dm Bb F C
If you’re gonna go to hell, drinking up, you might as well
Gm Bb C
Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missle with the cowboy hat
Dm Bb F C
And ah-ah-ah, well, the world is gonna end,
Dm Bb F C
so dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm Bb F C
Ah-ah-ah, wanna tear it down again, now
Bb C
‘Cause there’s nothing left for us to be.
Bb C
Give it up, the sons of anarchy.
Bb Bb
So come around and have another round of me.
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn, hey!
Dm Bb F C (x4)
Gm Bb C
Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missle with the baseball bat
Dm Bb F C
And ah-ah-ah, well, we’re pouring gasoline,
Dm Bb F C
so dance around the fire that we once believed in
Dm Bb F C
Ah-ah-ah, it will never be the same,
Dm Bb F C
the takers and the liars that we all believed in
Dm Bb F C
Ah-ah-ah, well, we’re going down in flames,
Dm Bb F C
so dance around the fire, we dance around the fire
Bb C
‘Cause it’s never left for us to be
Bb C
Give it up, the champions of grief
Bb C (Dm)
So come around and have another round of me
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
Hey! hey! Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn
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