Walking out of England thinking you were king taking on this world On that bus that goes through Mexico a killer love finds a sweet Mexican girl But in Mississippi we rushed into the room Down in Dixie you were crying for dope Down in Alabama they like home cooked fare yeah So we're gonna strap you to the fryin' chair yeah
chorus: But I don't know what love is Is there something else giving me the chills? But if my hands are the color of blood Then, I can tell ya sure I can tell ya Love kills Kills Love kills Kills
Do you wanna hear all the sirens of the city drown the arguing? We're on riker's island on a population board They don't care about your fame
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On the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a tree Ooh-oh-ohh x2 And you can't call the lawyers 'cause the whorehouse is asleep Ohh-oh-ohh x2 You people will get weak Ohh-oh-ohh x2 They'll throw you in a cell where you can barely breathe Ohh-oh-ohh x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
