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
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?
How you like your position?
You ain't Robert Mitchum
You're 10 pounds of shit in a 5 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?
Yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh