Jimi Hendrix: Machine Gun

TheLandoftheFree

1970Jimi Hendrix: "Machine Gun"Machine gunTearing my body all apartMachine gun, yeahTearing my body all apartEvil man make me kill yaEvil man make you kill meEvil man make me kill youEven though were only families apartWell I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber(you know what I mean)Hey! and your bullets keep knocking me downHey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber nowYeah, but you still blast me down to the groundThe same way you shoot me down, babyYoull be going just the sameThree times the pain,And your own self to blameHey, machine gunI aint afraid of your mess no more, babeI aint afraid no moreAfter a while, your, your cheap talk dont even cause me pain,So let your bullets fly like raincause I know all the time youre wrong babyAnd youll be going just the sameYeah, machine gunTearing my family apartYeah, yeah, alrightTearing my family apart