Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell

Now this really is a simple song but it sounds awesome :P. Same 4 chords repeat 
except for the last 3 or 4 lines of the chorus...

Dm            Bb
Take me for a ride 
        F                C
I'm the one you pushed aside 
         Dm             Bb
But it's coming back to you 
          F              C
Yeah it's coming back to you -hey! 

Dm         Bb
Run to the sound 
        F                C
Take it back and double down 
             Dm            Bb
'Cause it's coming back to you 
           F              C
Yeah it's coming back to you 

Well 

Dm    Bb           F       C
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'll 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 on me 
Dm    C      Dm     C       Dm     C     Dm
Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn -hey! 

Snake is in the grass while you are 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 a missle with a 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 on me 

Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn! -hey! 

[Solo] ---> same chords as verse 2x

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'll never be the same 
The takers and the liers 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 
So come around and have another round on me 

Hey! -hey! 

Dance fucker Dance, let the motherfucker burn! -hey!