Verse
D
We never tired
Bm A D
Stood and fought the EF-10 chains and meadows
Bm A
We cut a sector and the district punched us out
D
Confuse the choir
Bm A D
Bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa
Bm A
And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult
[Chorus]
Gmaj7 A Bm Gmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
A Bm Gmaj7 A Bm
And the backhanded compliments land on your tan lines
Gmaj7 A Gmaj7
Oh, your tan lines flow out
A Bm Gmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
A Bm Gmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
A Bm
Your tan lines
Gmaj7 A Bm
Oh, your tan lines
[Post-Chorus]
D Bm A
D Bm A
[Verse]
D
I was feeling worse
Bm A D
Declaring amnesty, keeping heads together
Bm A
Asylum seekers in a laundromat at night
D
We're holding court
Bm A D
Kept a catchment on display against the weather
Bm A
B subtle ploy to keep the deal intact at the US rate
[Chorus]
Gmaj7 A Bm Gmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
A Bm Gmaj7 A Bm
And the backhanded compliments stand on your landmines
Gmaj7 A Gmaj7
Oh, your landmines glow out
A Bm Gmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
A Bm Gmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
A Bm
Your tan lines
Gmaj7 A
Oh, your tan lines
[Post-Chorus]
D Bm A
D Bm A
[Outro]
D
Oh, your tan lines glow
(x12)