Lyrics:

Walking out of England thinking
You were the 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 baby I can tell you, sure I can tell you
Love kills, love kills
Love kills, love kills

Do you wanna hear the sirens, 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 baby I can tell you, sure I can tell you
Love kills, love kills
Love kills, love kills
On the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a tree
And you can't call the lawyers
'Cause the whorehouse is asleep
Your people will get weak
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 baby I can tell you, sure I can tell you
Love kills, love kills
Love kills, love kills
Love kills, love kills
Love kills, love kills