The Fun Machine Took a Shit and Died Songtext
von Queens of the Stone Age

(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?