Verso 1:
C
We never tired
Am G C
Stood and fought the EF-10 chains and meadows
Am G
We cut a sector and the district punched us out
C
Confuse the choir
Am G C
Bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa
Am G
And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult
Fmaj7 G Am Fmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
G Am Fmaj7 G Am
And the backhanded compliments land on your tan lines
Fmaj7 G Fmaj7
Oh, your tan lines flow out
G Am Fmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
G Am Fmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
G Am
Your tan lines
Fmaj7 G Am
Oh, your tan lines
Post-Chorus
C Am G
C Am G
Verso 2:
C
I was feeling worse
Am G C
Declaring amnesty, keeping heads together
Am G
Asylum seekers in a laundromat at night
C
We're holding court
Am G C
Kept a catchment on display against the weather
Am G
A subtle ploy to keep the deal intact at the US rate
Fmaj7 G Am Fmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
G Am Fmaj7 G Am
And the backhanded compliments stand on your landmines
Fmaj7 G Fmaj7
Oh, your landmines glow out
G Am Fmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
G Am Fmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
G Am
Your tan lines
Fmaj7 G
Oh, your tan lines
Pós-Refrão
C Am G
C Am G
Outro
C
Oh, your tan lines glow
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