walking out of england thinking you were the king, tough guy of this world
on that bus that goes to mexico a killer often finds a sweet mexican girl
but in mississippi we'll rush you to the rope yeah
down in dixie you were crying for dope
down in alabama they like homecooked fare, yeah
so we're gonna strap you to the frying chair
well I don't know what love is
if theres something else is giving me the chills?
but if my hand's are the colour of blood
then I can to tell you, sure I can to tell you
love kills
do you wanna hear the sirens?
all the sirens of the city howling out your name?
(river rockers island?) while
the population's bored they don't care about your fame
well i don't know what love is
ifs theres something else is giving me the chills?
but if my hand's are the colour of blood
then I can tell you, sure I can tell you
love kills
but on the Rio Grande we'll tie you to a tree
and you can't call your lawyers cause the whorehouse is asleep
you evil mother.... (cut version)
I'll throw you in a cell, with the burial free
well i don't know what love is
if theres something else is giving me the chills?
but if my hand's are the colour of blood
then I can tell you, sure I can tell you
this is correct
walking out of england thinking you were the king, tough guy of this world on that bus that goes to mexico a killer often finds a sweet mexican girl but in mississippi we'll rush you to the rope yeah down in dixie you were crying for dope
down in alabama they like homecooked fare, yeah so we're gonna strap you to the frying chair
well I don't know what love is if theres something else is giving me the chills? but if my hand's are the colour of blood then I can to tell you, sure I can to tell you
love kills
do you wanna hear the sirens? all the sirens of the city howling out your name? (river rockers island?) while the population's bored they don't care about your fame
well i don't know what love is ifs theres something else is giving me the chills? but if my hand's are the colour of blood then I can tell you, sure I can tell you
love kills
but on the Rio Grande we'll tie you to a tree and you can't call your lawyers cause the whorehouse is asleep you evil mother.... (cut version) I'll throw you in a cell, with the burial free
well i don't know what love is if theres something else is giving me the chills? but if my hand's are the colour of blood then I can tell you, sure I can tell you
love kills
best song ever either way