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people, huh?
I'd like to dedicate this to all the soldiers fighting in Berkeley
You know what soldiers I'm talking about
Oh yeah, and the soldiers fightin' in Vietnam, too
Dedicate it to
And dedicate it to other people that might be fighting wars
With–
Within themselves
Not facing reality

Machine gun
Tearing my buddies all apart
Hey hey, machine gun
Tearing my buddies all apart

Evil man make me kill you, baby
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make mе kill you
Even though we're only familiеs apart

Filled with shame

Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
I said: I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
But your bullets still knock me down to the ground
My body hit the ground
Fight like a farmer, baby
On my own [?]
For you still shoot me down, baby
Back in the ground, back in 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, yeah, machine gun

Over yonder, stands a mother
Sendin' clothes to her son to fight your war
Oh, over yonder, stands a mother
Sendin' clothes to her son to fight the new war
But Lord, oh, mother
I'm her lover
And we don't make no child to fight no war
So let your bullets pour down like rain
leave no pain

Let your bullets fly like rain
Let it fly, let if fly like rain
'Cause knowin' all the time you wrong, baby
And you'll be going, just the same
Three times the pain
And your own self to blame
Lord, machine gun

Those are sounds we really don't want to hear no more, except in cartoons and circuses
And whereever
Places where public saxophones are employed

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