Verse
G
We never tired
Em D G
Stood and fought the EF-10 chains and meadows
Em D
We cut a sector and the district punched us out
G
Confuse the choir
Em D G
Bought a shotgun which we trained on Tuscaloosa
Em D
And opened fire 'cause we were born into a cult
[Chorus]
Cmaj7 D Em Cmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
D Em Cmaj7 D Em
And the backhanded compliments land on your tan lines
Cmaj7 D Cmaj7
Oh, your tan lines flow out
D Em Cmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
D Em Cmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
D Em
Your tan lines
Cmaj7 D Em
Oh, your tan lines
[Post-Chorus]
G Em D
G Em D
[Verse]
G
I was feeling worse
Em D G
Declaring amnesty, keeping heads together
Em D
Asylum seekers in a laundromat at night
G
We're holding court
Em D G
Kept a catchment on display against the weather
Em D
E subtle ploy to keep the deal intact at the US rate
[Chorus]
Cmaj7 D Em Cmaj7
Let the trembling palm of my hand
D Em Cmaj7 D Em
And the backhanded compliments stand on your landmines
Cmaj7 D Cmaj7
Oh, your landmines glow out
D Em Cmaj7
Like petroleum caught in our glands
D Em Cmaj7
All our teeth falling out, oh my God
D Em
Your tan lines
Cmaj7 D
Oh, your tan lines
[Post-Chorus]
G Em D
G Em D
[Outro]
G
Oh, your tan lines glow
(x12)