Jimi Hendrix - Machine Gun - Live At The Fillmore East (Second Show) lyrics
[Jimi Hendrix - Machine Gun - Live At The Fillmore East Second Show lyrics]
"Happy new year first of all i
Hope we'll have 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 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
O-o-o-o
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 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 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'
Hope we'll have 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 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
O-o-o-o
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 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 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'