Letra de Machine gun

He´s got a pinstripe suit and a black fedora.
He´s got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother
He´s got jet-black hair, just like his mother
He´s got a shotgun fuse, don´t you pull his trigger

Broke from jail without a gun
Public enemy number one
Killed a man on the run
On the lam, with his friends
Headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o

He´s gonna make his mark at a Vegas hotel
He rolls snake-eyes, Jack
He´s gonna make his money

He´s headin´ west, on a killin´ spree Down in L.A., you know
the killin´s free

(He was born on the 4th of July. When he spoke to you,
Man, he stared you
straight in the eye. He´s the kind of man, when he walked
into the room, you
would feel it.The kind of man, when he walked in the room,
it sounded like this)

He got a hundred years, and the electric chair
His final words were, "I don´t care"