The Fun Machine Took A Shit and Died

God girls, do you wanna Take aim at each other Scratch the itch, give the finger 'Cause we don't Care Anyway God knives, have you seen 'em In your back is where we keep 'em And you're never gonna reach 'em That sounds fair Oh, This is bound to be good You can't, But you thought that you could Oh, Yeah Oh, Yeah Yeah Boy in the town Little king, Little crown Oh, you give, oh, you give Why you just Give in? Come on, take it with a smile That's a mile worth while You can fake, you can flee We'll tear you To pieces Oh, this is bound to be Good You can't, But you thought that you could Oh, How can you win Against Yourself again? You've slept around the horse stable You done, You've done it for the last time You may live for sixty years after this But You're sure a man As if you're already in It But not that I haven't fucked our Johnny Guys tonight Can't you see that people say And Sure they're the same The devil's face that lived Life was having to Listen 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? Oh yeah, Ooh yeah Ooh yeah, Ooh Ooh Yeah, Ooh yeah Ooh