Machine Gun (Live At Filmore East, 1970 / 50th Anniversary)

Happy new year, first of all Hope we have about a million or two million more of them If we can get over this summer, he he he We'd like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene that's going on All the soldiers that are fighting in Chicago, and Milwaukee, and New York Oh yes and all the soldiers fighting in Vietnam I'd like to do a thing called machine gun Machine gun Tearing my body apart Machine gun Tearing my body 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, 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 Have your own self to blame Hey, machine gun I ain't afraid of your mess no more, baby Ain't afraid no more After awhile 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 Hey 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 Where he can't survive, no no Yeah, that's what we don't wanna hear anymore, right? No bullets (at least here) No guns, no bombs