Machine Gun (Live At Fillmore East, 1970 / 50Th Anniversary)

Happy new year, first of all
I hope we'll have a million or two million more of them
If we can get over this summer
Right, I'd like to dedicate this one to uh
To the draggin' scene that's goin' on
All the soldiers that are fightin' in Chicago and Milwaukee, and New York
Oh yeas, and all the soldiers fightin' in Vietnam
Like to do a thing called 'Machine Gun'

Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart
Machine gun, yea
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 goin' 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 about 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