Jimi Hendrix - Machine Gun

Machine gun Tearing my body all apart Machine gun, yeah 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 were only families apart Well I pick up my axe and fight like 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 Youll be going just the same Three times the pain, And your own self to blame Hey, machine gun I aint afraid of your mess no more, babe I aint afraid no more After a while, your, your cheap talk dont even cause me pain, So let your bullets fly like rain cause I know all the time youre wrong baby And youll be going just the same Yeah, machine gun Tearing my family apart Yeah, yeah, alright Tearing my family apart (dont you shoot him down) (hes bout to leave here) (dont you shoot him down) (hes got to stay here) (he aint going nowhere) (hes been shot down to the ground) (oh where he cant survive, no, no) Yeah, thats what we dont wanna hear anymore, alright? (no bullets) At least here, huh huh (no guns, no bombs) Huh huh (no nothin, just lets all live and live) (you know, instead of killin) May this be Love or just Confusion born out of Frustration wracked Feelings - of not Being able to Make true physical Love to the Universal gypsy queen True, free expressed music Darling guitar please Rest. amen