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 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
Yeah
verse 2: (all chords are single notes
Boiling it down Little king, little crown
Oh 'you give and you give,'
why don't you just give in?
Come on, take it with a smile
Hit the bottle for a while You can beg, you can plead,
it won't change 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?
Middle Jam: (with other variations)
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?
Yaaauwaaaaa
Oh yaaaaauwaaa
Yaaauwaaaaa
Oh yaaaaauwaaa
Yaaauwaaaaa
Oh yaaaaauwaaa
Ooooooooooooooooohhhhh
(abrupt end)