(Breathing) 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, yeah, no, yeah) Born in a town, little king, little crown, Won't you give, won't you give up, So just give in? Come on take it with a smile, ??? 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, Ooh, how can you win Against yourself again? (Radio chatter) (Breathing) 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, Ooh, how can you win Against yourself again? Yeah, ooh yeah, Yeah, ooh yeah, Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, Ooh.