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Well I'm a gangster 1934
Junkies, Winos, Pimps & Whores
And all you men, women and kids
best get out the way

I just left your town, took all your loot
bought a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit
a hopped-up V8 Ford and some two-tone shoes

And I'm already gone, I like the pool of the blood and sorrow
I've got the Machine Gun Blues

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I'll be outta of here for the break of dawn
I'll hit the highway, smoke a big cigar
got to stop and bury the cash, then get some more

There's only one thing on my mind
that's making it across that ol' state line
but I've a hell of avenging bullets
waiting there for me

And I'm already gone, I've left a path of pure destruction
I've got the Machine Gun Blues

I'm already gone, my life will soon be through
I've got the Machine Gun Blues

I'm public enemy number one
I'm sorry for all the things that I've done
If indeed we do cross path, it's nothing personal

And I'm already gone, I've left a trail of devastation
I've got the Machine Gun Blues

I'm already gone, my life will soon be through
I've got the Machine Gun Blues

Solo final
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