Band Of Gypsys Lyrics - 1970

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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 we

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
You
Three times the pain,
and your own self to blame
Hey, Machine Gun

I ain
I ain
After a while, your, your cheap talk don
so let your bullets fly like rain


And you
Yeah, Machine Gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah, yeah, alright
Tearing my family apart

(Don
(He
(Don
(He
(He ain
(He
(Oh where he can

Yeah, that
(No bullets)
At least here, huh huh
(No guns, no bombs)
Huh huh
(No nothin
(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