Chords
The Fun Machine Took A Shit And Died

Key: G

Introduction:

 Gm                                                   C#m 
Got guns do you wanna
 Gm                                                   C#m 
Take aim at each other?
 Gm 
Scratch the itch? Give the finger?
                                     D    C  C#  D          C  C#  D    C 
'Cause we don't care                                                   Anyway
 Gm                                                   C#m 
Got knives, have you seen 'em?
 Gm                                                   C#m 
In your back's where we keep 'em
 Gm 
And your never gonna reach 'em
                                       D    C  C#  D          C  C#  D    Eb 
Now that sounds fair
 F                                             D 
Oh, this is bound to be good
 F                                                                   D 
You can't, but you thought that you could
 G   Bb   G   Bb   G   Bb   G 
Yeah.....
verse 2: (all chords are single notes
   G   Bb   G   Bb   G   Bb   G 
Boiling it down Little king, little crown
   G   Bb   G   Bb   G   Bb   G 
Oh 'you give and you give,'
                                                   D    C  C#  D          C  C#  D    C 
why don't you just give in?
   G   Bb   G   Bb   G   Bb   G 
Come on, take it with a smile
   G   Bb   G   Bb   G   Bb   G 
Hit the bottle for a while You can beg, you can plead,
                                               D    C  C#  D          C  C#  D    Eb 
it won't change a thing
 F                                               D 
Oh, this is bound to be good
 F                                                                   D 
You can't, but you thought that you could
 F                                     D 
Oh, how can you win
 F                                         D 
Against, yourself again?
Middle Jam: (with other variations)
 Gm                                                   C#m 
How you like your position?
 Gm                                                   C#m 
You ain't Robert Mitchum
 Gm 
You're ten pounds of shit
                                       D    C  C#  D          C  C#  D    Eb 
In a five pound bag
 F                                               D 
Oh, this is bound to be good
 F                                                                   D 
You can't, but you thought that you could
 F                                     D 
Oh, how can you win
 F                                         D 
Against, yourself again?
 Bb 
Yaaauwaaaaa
 C 
Oh yaaaaauwaaa
 Bb 
Yaaauwaaaaa
 C 
Oh yaaaaauwaaa
 Bb 
Yaaauwaaaaa
 C 
Oh yaaaaauwaaa
 Fm                                           Eb     D 
Ooooooooooooooooohhhhh
 G   Bb   G   Bb   G   Bb     G 
(abrupt end)