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 down 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
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