Well, I'm a gangster in 1934
Junkies, winos, pimps, and whores
And all you men, women and kids
Best stay out the way
I just left your town, took all your loot
Wore a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit
Hopped up V8 Ford, and some two-tone shoes
And I'm already gone
I left a pool of blood and sorrow
I've got the machine gun blues
I'll be out of here before the break of dawn
Hit the highway, smoke a big cigar
I gotta stop and bury the cash
Then get some more
There's only one thing on my mind
That's makin' across that ol' state line
Without a hail of avenging bullets that were meant for me
And I'm already gone
I 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 paths, it's nothing personal
And I'm already gone
I left a trail of devastation
I've got the machine gun blues
Already gone
My life will soon be through
I've got the machine gun blues
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