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 yeahhh
So we are going to strap you to the fryin� chair yeahhh
But I don't know... what love is
Is there something else... giving me the chills?
But if my hands... the color of blood
Then, I can tell ya
Sure I can tell ya
Love kills (love kills...)
Love kills (love kills...)
Do you want to hear the sirens, all the sirens in the city drown the arguing?
We are 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... 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
Ohh-oh-ohh, Ooh-oh-ohh
And you can't call the lawyers �cause the whorehouse is asleep
Ohh-oh-ohh, Ooh-oh-ohh
"You evil little creep..."
Ohh-oh-ohh, Ooh-oh-ohh
"I'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, I can tell ya
Sure I can tell ya
Love kills (love kills...)
Love kills (love kills...)
Love kills (love kills...)
'Love Kills' -Joe Strummer
