كلمات The Fun Machine Took A Shit And Died

Got guns, do you want 'em? 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 Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could Little boy, little town Little King, little crown Well you give and you give Why don't you just give in? Come on, take it with a smile At the bottom of the bile You can beg, you can plead It won't take a thing Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could Oh, how can you win? Against yourself again How you like your position? You ain't Robert Mitchum You're ten pounds of shit In a five pound bag Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could Oh, how can you win? Against yourself again