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