Offspring - Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell, аккорды

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Take me for a ride, I'm the one you pushed aside.
         
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But it's coming back to you. Yeah, it's coming back to you, hey!
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Run to the sound, take it back and double down
            
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'Cause it's coming back to you. Yeah, it's coming back to you
 
      
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Well, ah-ah-ah, well, we're pouring gasoline,
   
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so dance around the fire that we once believed in
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Ah-ah-ah, it will never be the same now
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C
  'Cause there's nothing left for us to be.
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C
  Give it up, the champions of greed
Bb
                         
C
  So come around and have another round of me.
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C
    
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Dm
       
C
   
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Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn, hey!
 

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C
Snake's in the grass while you're living in the past.
     
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Say, what're you gonna do? Yeah, what're you gonna do, hey?
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Earn, never learn, when you're cheering while it burns.
            
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Yeah, we're coming after you. Yeah, we're coming after you, hey!
 
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  Slim Pickens, well, he does the right thing,
       
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and he rides the bomb to hell, yeah, he rides the bomb to hell
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Watch the pulse, it quickens after every little sting.
          
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If you're gonna go to hell, drinking up, you might as well
 
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  Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missle with the cowboy hat
 
    
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And ah-ah-ah, well, the world is gonna end,
   
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so dance around the fire that we once believed in
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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
    
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C
   
Dm
       
C
   
Dm
Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn, hey!
 

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  (x4)
 
Gm
                                        
Bb
                            
C
  Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missle with the baseball bat
 
    
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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,
    
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Bb
            
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C
the takers and the liars that we all believed in
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C
Ah-ah-ah, well, we're going down in flames,
   
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Bb
       
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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
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  So come around and have another round of me
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C
 
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   Hey!    hey!  Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn