It's always been my fondest dream'
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I saw one in a magazine,
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And sent my order off six weeks ago
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Today a package came for me,
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From the Thompson company,
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The postman smile and winked
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and seemed to know.
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It was a Tommy-gun
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Model M1-45
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And as I opened it up,
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I was the happiest boy alive
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You know I'd have a lot more fun,
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if only I had a machine-gun
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You know I'd get alot more done,
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if only I had a machine-gun
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Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!
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My own machine-gun
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Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!
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My own machine-gun
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It's always been my fondest dream,
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A hundred round drum magazine,
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To write my name in lead
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upon the wall
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I'll open up my violin case,
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Point my heater at your face,
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I'll make you dance and
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have a fucking ball
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Just like Dillenger,
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And Bonnie & Clyde.
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Machine-gun etiquette's
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How they lived and died
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You know I'll have a lot more fun,
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now that I have a machine-gun
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You know I'll het a lot more done,
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now that I have a machine-gun
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Public enemy number one,
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now that I have a machine-gun
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In the dog day after-noon sun,
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now that I have a machine-gun
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Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!
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My own machine-gun
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Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!
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Machine Gun Etiquette
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| Quincy Punx |
