Buddy Miles - Machine Gun lyrics

[Intro] Happy New Year, first of all I hope we have about a million, or two million more of them If we can get over this summer; hehehe I'd like to dedicate this one to, uh The draggy scene that's going on All the soldiers that are fighting in Chicago and Milwaukee and New York Oh yes, and all the soldiers fighting in Vietnam I'd 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 k** you Evil man make you k** me Evil man make me k** you Even though we're only families apart Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer You know what I mean? Hey, 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 awhile your, your cheap talk won't even cause me pain So let your bullets fly like rain Because 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 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 [Outro] Yeah, that's what we don't want to hear anymore, alright (No bullets) At least here, huh huh (No guns, no bombs) Huh huh No nothing, just let's all live and live You know instead of k**ing