(x2)
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, 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 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're 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 missle 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 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!
(x4)
Are you really gonna take it like that? Riding on the missle 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 it's never left for us to be
Give it up, the champions of grief
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So come around and have another round of me
Hey! hey! Dance, fucker, dance, let the motherfucker burn