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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
How you like your position?
You ain't Robert Mitchum
You say you give and you give
Why don't you just give in?
Tra la la
Young, dumb, drinkin semen
Small pond kind of dreamin'
If you don't like the raft,
Why don't you take a swim?
Ooh, this is bound to be good
You can't, but you thought that you could
Ooh, how can you win?
Against yourself again
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
How you like your position?
You ain't Robert Mitchum
You say you give and you give
Why don't you just give in?
Tra la la
Young, dumb, drinkin semen
Small pond kind of dreamin'
If you don't like the raft,
Why don't you take a swim?
Ooh, this is bound to be good
You can't, but you thought that you could
Ooh, how can you win?
Against yourself again
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Amazing song.
something along the line of
boy,
little time
little king
little brow
(some rushed fukwit who thinks he's the king, pushes everyone as if his time is of the most importance along with his oppinion)
hope you get what u give
but you just cant, well
(that above mentioned fukwit should one day get what he gives, but since what he gives is so fuked up he'll never pull his head outta his ass for long enough consider what he gives, let alone take it given to him)
come on take it with a smile
that dont, bound to hurt a while
(deserves a good ass fuking which, if he were to receive it he couldnt handle it, as those around him handle his shit on a daily basis)
you can beg u can pleade
won't take a page
(he'd bitch and winge, yet couldnt take a page from his own book)
This is bound to be good.
You can't
but you thought that you could.
How could you win
against
yourself again?
then in the background there is a recording that i think is aldolf hitler (re-afirming his dictator like fukwit-ness)
then it goes onto
how you like your position?
you ain't Robert Mitchum
Your ten pounds of shit
in a five pound bag
(the person is so full of shit it's dribblin down his chin)
This is bound to be good.
You can't
but you thought that you could.
How could you win
against
yourself again?
ohhh yaahh
over and over in his girly voice till the end
i dunno, i used to think it was about some backstaabbing bitch, but i guess it was just me reffering it to my own cheating bitch filled life. but i now agree that it's prob something to do with a producer or something tryin to tell them how to write their songs.
i've heard two versions of this song, the one i mention above, and the dvd version. but i haaven't heard the version originally quoted here, what recording is it found on???????????????
Then there is the era vulgaris bonus track version, which is totally different and nothing like this song, so wtf??????????
Come on take it with a smile. At the bottom of the pile. You can beg, you can plead it won't change a thing.
:-)
Robert Mitchum was an actor.
His father died when he was two.
"I think its about someone who thinks they're a big shot trying to tell them what to do, or stabing them in the back. Maybe a producer, im not sure? "
Perhaps recording songs with their producer used to be great for them, they had fun
the something happened between one of the QOTSA members and a producer
then the producer thought 'well fuck you'
and decided to be a hard-ass on them?
possibly.