The Fun Machine Took a Shit and Died

(Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) 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 Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) 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 Oh, this is bound to be good You can't, but you thought that you could Oh, how could you win Against yourself again? (You've sat there at the Lord's table You've escaped the light for the last time You may live for 60 years after this But you're sure dead That's if you already ain't I'm glad that I haven't got that shite tonight He shall see that fabled sign And shudder at the sight of the Devil's face That delivers light from the eyes of Men) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) (Uah ah, uah ah, uah ah) 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 could you win Against yourself again?