Machine Gun, yeah Tearing my body all apartEvil man make me kill ya Evil man make you kill me Evil man make me kill you Even though we’re only families apartWell I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer (You know what I mean) Hey! And your bullets keep knocking me downHey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now Yeah, but you still blast me down to the groundThe 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 GunI ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe I ain’t afraid no more After a while, your, 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, Machine Gun...