Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart.

Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Even though we're only families apart.

Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
And you're bulletts keep knocking me down
I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
But you still blast me down to the ground.

The same way you shoot me down
You'll be going just the same
With three times the pain.
And your own self to blame.

I aint afraid of your mess no more
I aint afraid no more
After awhile your cheap talk dont even cause me pain
So let your bullets fly like rain..........

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CHILCUTT~
The secret to a long life. Is knowing when it is time to leave.