Lyrics:

For 24 hours on the Ivory Coast
They release soldiers from their post
They dedicate champagne, for a toast
They pay dividends to the country's host.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun"
And the curfew, won't allw you to roam, roam, roam
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)
I'll shoot ya down, right on sight
If you're out at the wrong time of night
And in a civil war, there's no civil rights
In the dead of day, run for your life.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home
And tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun"
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)
And the trenches are dug
And the bones ain't too shiver
The tastes of war, so cold and bitter
And the human race is the face of the killer
And the cost of life is rarely considered.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun"
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)