Quincy Punx - Machine gun etiquette

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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!

Inne utwory

  • We are the drunks
  • High impact camping
  • Hate on
  • Fuck pc
  • Soldiers of foreskin
  • Part of the problem
  • Pig roast
  • Killer ratings
  • No brain no pain
  • Kill yourself
  • Mutants
  • The list
  • Crack lab
  • 5 State killing spree
  • Kamikaze
  • Heavy metal blackmass
  • Tour
  • Punker than you

    • Losowe utwory

    Vuelve conmigo

    coro:
    Hazme el favor
    y vuelve ya conmigo
    mira que no puedo
    ya vivir sin ti

    vuelve mi pequeña yo te lo repito
    dame de tu amor
    aunque sea un poquito (se repite)

    oye tu me haces falta y tu...

    Losin the love

    There are days when i regret it
    The things I said to you
    I put my trust in no one
    It broke my heart and i blamed it on you
    You were kind and oh so gentle
    But I refused to see
    That someone...

    Get up and use me

    Use me!

    They take my voice and they feed my eyes
    All I read is a bed of lies
    I know the truth of the idiot youth
    Is nothing than a guise

    And who s scared?
    Not me

    So g-g-g-g-get...

    Bro hymn

    To all my friends present past and beyond especially those who weren t with us
    too long life is the most precious thing you can lose while you were here fun
    was never ending laugh a minute only the beginning canton, colvin, nichols,
    this one s for you ever get...

    Frida of blood and gold

    Slowmotion Driving Through the Fall
    I Feel the Steel As You Recall
    It s Like Your House
    It s Built to Never Be Sold
    It s Like Your Clothes
    Made of Blood and Gold

    Rise Up Black Angel to the Sky
    And Bleed Your Raindrops From On High
    It s Like Your Wings
    They Never Attempted to Fly
    It s...