Love Kills

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 frying 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 baby, 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 Rikers 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 baby, I can tell ya, sure I can tell ya Love kills, kills, love kills, kills On the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a tree Ooh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh And you can't call the lawyers 'Cause the whorehouse is asleep Ohh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh You people will get weak Ohh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh They'll throw you in a cell Where you can barely breathe Ohh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh 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 baby, I can tell ya, sure I can tell ya Love kills, kills, love kills, kills