Sun Machine Gun September sun shimmering through the trees glowing burnt orange. It’s just a quiet day. Somehow that makes me worried, I’m really quite nervous. Shoot me with the Sun Machine Gun. As the Devil does his work through the hills, the local News replays these strange drive-by-style executions. Let them all burn! I say as I watch, Blow them all away! While I like a good sucker-punch, please God, not today. You see I am afraid. I’m horribly afraid that the Lords of Karma are coming for me. To shoot me with that Sun Machine Gun Gray flannel suits and Tommy guns Love’s massacre has begun to assault me. But my heart is black. I’m a super-cool sociopath… so won’t someone shoot me? Please shoot me with the Sun..the Sun..the Sun Machine Gun September sun shimmering. I see the hologram in this scene. Yeah it’s true. You insistent little fool. I took those bullets, I took them for you. Shoot me with the Sun Machine Gun. Shoot you with the Sun Machine Gun.