| «Happy new year first of all. |
| I hope we’ll have
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| A million or two million more of them… if we
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| Can get over this summer, he he he
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| Right, I’d like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene
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| That’s goin' on all the soldiers that are fightin'
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| In Chicago, Milwaukee and New York… oh yes, and
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| All the soldiers fightin' in vietnam. |
| like to do
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| A thing called 'machine gun'.»
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| Machine gun
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| Tearing my body all apart
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| Machine gun
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| Tearing my body all apart
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| Evil man make me kill ya
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| Evil man make you kill me
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| Evil man make me kill you
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| Even though we’re only families apart
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| Well I pick up my ax and fight like a bomber
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| (you know what I mean)
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| Hey and your bullets keep knocking me down
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| Hey I pick up my ax and fight like a bomber now
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| Yeah but you still blast me down to the ground
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| The same way you shoot me down baby
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| You’ll be going just the same
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| Three times the pain
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| And your own self to blame
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| Hey machine gun
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| Oooooooooo
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| I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe
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| I ain’t afraid no more
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| After a while your your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain
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| So let your bullets fly like rain
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| 'cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby
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| And you’ll be goin' just the same
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| Yeah machine gun
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| Tearing my family apart
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| Yeah yeah alright
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| Tearing my family apart
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| Don’t you shoot him down
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| He’s about to leave here
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| Don’t you shoot him down
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| He’s got to stay here
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| He ain’t going nowhere
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| He’s been shot down to the ground
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| Oh where he can’t survive no no
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| Yeah that’s what we don’t wanna hear any more, alright
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| No bullets
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| At least here, huh huh
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| No guns, no bombs
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| Huh huh
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| No nothin', just let’s all live and live
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| You know instead of killin' |