Verse
A
We never tired
F#m E A
Stood and fought the EF-10 chains and meadows
F#m E
We cut a sector and the district punched us out
A
Confuse the choir
F#m E A
Bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa
F#m E
And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult
[Chorus]
Dmaj7 E F#m Dmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
E F#m Dmaj7 E F#m
And the backhanded compliments land on your tan lines
Dmaj7 E Dmaj7
Oh, your tan lines flow out
E F#m Dmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
E F#m Dmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
E F#m
Your tan lines
Dmaj7 E F#m
Oh, your tan lines
[Post-Chorus]
A F#m E
A F#m E
[Verse]
A
I was feeling worse
F#m E A
Declaring amnesty, keeping heads together
F#m E
Asylum seekers in a laundromat at night
A
We're holding court
F#m E A
Kept a catchment on display against the weather
F#m E
F# subtle ploy to keep the deal intact at the US rate
[Chorus]
Dmaj7 E F#m Dmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
E F#m Dmaj7 E F#m
And the backhanded compliments stand on your landmines
Dmaj7 E Dmaj7
Oh, your landmines glow out
E F#m Dmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
E F#m Dmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
E F#m
Your tan lines
Dmaj7 E
Oh, your tan lines
[Post-Chorus]
A F#m E
A F#m E
[Outro]
A
Oh, your tan lines glow
(x12)