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
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 Love kills Love kills Love 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
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 Love kills Love kills Love kills
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
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 Love kills Love kills Love kills Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.