The Fun Machine Took a Shit & Died

[Verse 1] Got guns, do you wanna Take aim at each other? Scratch the itch? Give the finger? Cause we don't care Anyway Got knives, have you seen 'em? In your back's where we keep 'em And your never gonna reach 'em Now that sounds fair [Chorus] Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could [Verse 2] Boy, little town Little king, little crown Hope you give, hope you give Why don't you just give in? Come on, take it with a smile At the bottom of the pile You can beg, you can plead It won't take a thing [Chorus] Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could Oh, how could you win Against yourself again? [Instrumental] [bridge] How you like your position? You ain't Robert Mitchum You're ten pounds of shit In a five pound bag [Chorus] Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could Oh, how could you win Against yourself again?