Text: Social Distortion. Hard Times And Nursery Rhymes. Machine Gun Blues.

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Well I?m a gangster 1934,
trunk is wide those pants and whores
And all you meet women and kids,
let?s get out the way
I just loved your town to call you (?)
with a pink carnation and a pink top suit
All the (?) down chills

And I?m already gone,
I like the proof of blood and sorrow
I've got the machine gun blues

I?ve been out of here for the break of dawn
I head the highway smell of bad cigar
Now stop and bag the cash and get some more
There?s something walking on my mind
Let?s make it across that all stay line
But I?m a hell from the avenging bullets
When they come for me

And I?m already gone,
I like the path of your destruction
I've got the machine gun blues
Already gone,
My life will sew me through
I've got the machine gun blues

(?) number one, I?m sorry for all the things that I?ve done
(?)
it?s nothing personal

And I?m already gone,
I like the trail of devastation
I've got the machine gun blues
Already gone,
My life will sew me through
I've got the machine gun blues