The Fun Machine Took a Shit and 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 you're 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

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

No, yeah

[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?

[Interlude]

You've sat there at the Lord's table

Judas, you've done it for the last time

You may live for sixty years after this, but you're as sure of hell as if you're already in it

I'm glad that I haven't got angelic eyes today

Angels see that fabled sign and shudder at the sight

And devil strays that livid line with hellish delight

[Instrumental Break]

[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?

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Ooh