Machine Gun

Tearing my body all apart



Machine Gun, yeah

Tearing my body all apart



Evil man make me kill you

Evil man make you kill me

Evil man make me kill you

Even though we’re only families apart



Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer

And your bullets keep knocking me down



Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now

Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground



The same way you shoot me down, baby

You’ll be going just the same

Three times the pain,

and your own self to blame



Hey, Machine Gun



I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe

I ain’t afraid no more

After a while, your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain,



so let your bullets fly like rain



’Cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby



And you’ll be going just the same



Yeah, Machine Gun

Tearing my family apart



Yeah, yeah, alright

Tearing my family apart



- Jimi Hendrix, Band of Gypsies