The Fun Machine Took A Shit And Died Teclado

	  




verse 1: (C#m refers to the bent second fret on the B-string) 

Gm                          C#m 
Got guns do you wanna  
Gm                          C#m 
Take aim at each other? 
Gm                      
Scratch the itch? Give the finger? 
                  D D  C C# D D   D D  C C# D D  C 
'Cause we don't care                          Anyway 

Gm                          C#m 
Got knives, have you seen 'em? 
Gm                          C#m 
In your back's where we keep 'em 
Gm                      
And your never gonna reach 'em 
                   D D  C C# D D   D D  C C# D D  Eb     
Now that sounds fair 


Chorus 1: 

F                       D 
Oh, this is bound to be good 
F                                  D 
You can't, but you thought that you could 


G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G  
Yeah..... 


verse 2: (all chords are single notes 

 G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G  
Boiling it down Little king, little crown 

 G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G   
Oh 'you give and you give,'  
                         D D  C C# D D   D D  C C# D D  C 
why don't you just give in? 
 G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G  
Come on, take it with a smile 
 G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G  
Hit the bottle for a while You can beg, you can plead, 
                       D D  C C# D D   D D  C C# D D  Eb 
it won't change a thing 


Chorus 2:  

F                        D 
Oh, this is bound to be good 
F                                  D 
You can't, but you thought that you could 
F                   D 
Oh, how can you win 
F                     D 
Against, yourself again? 


Middle Jam: (with other variations) 


|--------------------------|--------------| 
|--------------------------|--------------| 
|--------------------------|--------------| 
|--------------------------|--------------| 
|-----------3-3h5p3--------|--5-5--3-5~-5-| 
|--3-3-3h6-----------6--3~-|--3-3--1-3~-3-| 

          (x4)                  (x2) 

(play the intro when you finish jamming) 

verse 3:  

Gm                          C#m 
How you like your position? 
Gm                          C#m 
You ain't Robert Mitchum 
Gm                      
You're ten pounds of shit 
                   D D  C C# D D   D D  C C# D D  Eb 
In a five pound bag 


Chorus 3:  

F                        D 
Oh, this is bound to be good 
F                                  D 
You can't, but you thought that you could 
F                   D 
Oh, how can you win 
F                     D 
Against, yourself again? 


Outro:  

Bb 
Yaaauwaaaaa 
C 
Oh yaaaaauwaaa 
Bb 
Yaaauwaaaaa 
C 
Oh yaaaaauwaaa 
Bb 
Yaaauwaaaaa 
C 
Oh yaaaaauwaaa 

Fm                      Eb   D 
Ooooooooooooooooohhhhh 


G G G Bb  G G G Bb  G G G Bb   G 


(abrupt end)