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 [bad word] into the room
Down in Dixie you were crying for dope
Down in Alabama they like home cooked fare yea
So we are going to strap you to the fryin´ chair yea

 [bad word] 
But I do not know what love´s
Is there smth else giving me the chills?
But if my hands´re the color of blood
Then, Baby, I can tell ya sure I can tell ya
Love kills
Kills
Love kills
Kills

Do you want to hear all the sirens of the city drown the arguing?
We are on riker´s island on a population board
They do not care about your fame

repeat [bad word] 

On the Rio Grande they will tie you to a tree
Ooh-oh-ohh x2
And you can not call the lawyers ´cause the whorehouse is asleep
Ohh-oh-ohh x2
You people will get weak
Ohh-oh-ohh x2
They will throw you in a cell where you can barely breathe
Ohh-oh-ohh x2

Repeat [bad word]