Well I'm a gangster 1934
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Junkies, Winos, Pimps & Whores
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And all you men, women and kids
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best get out the way
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I just left your town, took all your loot,
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bought a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit,
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a hopped-up V8 Ford and some two-tone shoes
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And I'm already gone, I left a pool of blood and sorrow
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I've got the Machine Gun Blues
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I'll be out of here for the break of dawn,
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I'll hit the highway, smoke a big cigar,
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got to stop and bury the cash, and get some more
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There's only one thing on my mind,
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that's making it across that ol' state line,
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Without a hail of avenging bullets,
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waiting there for me
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And I'm already gone, I've left a path of pure destruction,
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I've got the Machine Gun Blues
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I'm already gone, my life will soon be through,
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I've got the Machine Gun Blues
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I'm public enemy #1
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I'm sorry for the things that I've done
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If indeed we do cross path, it's nothing personal
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And I'm already gone, I've left a trail of devastation,
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I've got the Machine Gun Blues
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I'm already gone, my life will soon be through,
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I've got the Machine Gun Blues
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Machine Gun Blues
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| Social Distortion |
