Machine Gun (Live At The Fillmore East)

Happy new year first of all I hope we'll have A million or two million more of them if we Can get over this summer, he he he right I'd Like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene That's goin' on all the soldiers that are fightin' In chicago, milwaukee and new york oh yeas, and All the soldiers fightin' in vietnam like to do A thing called 'machine gun' Machine gun Tearing my body all apart Machine gun Tearing my body all apart Evil man make me kill ya 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 lik a bomber you know what I mean Hey and your bullets keep knocking me down Hey I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber 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 Oooooooooo I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babe I ain't afraid no more After a while your your cheap talk don't evern cause me pain So let your bullets fly like rain 'cause I know all the time you're wrong baby And you'll be goin' just the same Yeah machine gun Tearing my family apart Yeah yeah alright Tearing my family apart Don't you shoot him down He's about to leave here Don't you shoot him down He's got to stay here He ain't going nowhere He's been shot down to the ground Oh where he can't survive no no Yeah that's what we don't wanna hear any more, alright No bullets At least here, huh huh No guns, no bombs Huh huh No nothin', just let's all live and live You know instead of killin'