Hit And Run

[Intro]
Em
They never saw us coming
B
'Til they hit the floor
Em
They just kept beggin for
B
More, more


[Post-Chorus]
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run


[Verse 1]
Em                    Am
I was brought up as a southern belle
  B
I grew into the queen of hell
Em                     Am
You were just a little stowaway
      B
That stabbed her way to save herself
Em                   Am   
You always liked the taste of blood
B
And I get off when I point the gun
Em              Am              B
It's so good to have someone to be so bad with


[Chorus]
Em                 Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B                    Em
Last one down was an englishman
Em                  Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run


[Post-Chorus]
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run


[Verse 2]
Em        Am
Sunday in notting hill
       B
He was sneaking a cigarette
Em         Am
His God protects him but
  B
I know we'll get him dead
Em             Am
Ran my fingers through his hair
   B
So he thinks it's fun and games
Em                Am
He don't know our faces but
      B
He'll never forget our names


[Chorus]
Em                 Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B                    Em
Last one down was an englishman
Em                  Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run


[Post-Chorus]
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run


[Verse 3]
Em                   Am
I was waiting in the getaway car
B                     Em
You were stuck in the hotel bar
Em              Am
He was a proper englishman
       B
He had one last pint before the cops broke in
Em             Am
You poured the gasoline and
B
I drove into the flames
Em           Am
History will hate us
            B
But they'll never forget our names


[Bridge]
Em
They never saw us coming
B
'Til they hit the floor
Em
They just kept beggin for
B
More, more
Em
They never saw us coming
B
'Til they hit the floor
Em
They just kept beggin for
B
More, more


[Chorus]
Em                 Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B                    Em
Last one down was an englishman
Em                  Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run


[Post-Chorus]
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em             Am
Na na na na na na na
B                    Em
All dressed up for a hit and run