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