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 Machine gun,
 tearin' my body all 
 Machine gun,yeah,
 tearin' my body all 
 Evil  make me kill you.
 Evil man make you kill 
 Evil man make  kill you,
 even  were only famlies apart.
 Well,I pick up my axe and  like a farmer,
 You know  I mean?
  your bullets keep knockin' me down.
 Hey,I pick up my axe an' fight like  farmer,now,
 yeah,but you still blast  down to the ground.
 The same way you  my babies,
 you'll be  just the same,three times the pain.
 And with your own self to blame,machine 
 
  ain't afraid of your bullets no more,baby.
 I  afraid no more.
 After a while,your,your cheap talk won't even cause  pain,
 so let your bullets fly  rain.
 'Cause I know all the time  wrong,baby,
 and you'll be goin' just the 
 Machine gun,tearin' my family 
 Hey yeah,alright,tearin' my  apart.