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    (fades out)