Machine Gun - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

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 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 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

(Don't you shoot him down)

(He's 'bout 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 anymore, 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')

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