Machine Gun (Live At Fillmore East, New York City, NY)

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

aint afraid of your I 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）