Love Kills

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-yeah So we're gonna strap you to the fryin' chair yeah Woo 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 ya Sure, I can tell ya Love kills Kills Love kills Love kills Do you wanna hear the sirens All the sirens of the city drown in 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 Baby, I can tell ya Sure, I can tell ya Love kills Love kills Love kills Love kills But on the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a tree Ooh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh And you can't call the lawyers 'cause the whorehouse is asleep Ooh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh You people will get weak Ooh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh They'll throw you in a cell where you can barely breathe Ooh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh 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 ya sure I can tell ya Love kills Love kills Love kills Love kills Love kills Love kills Love kills Love kills --- Love Kills - Joe Strummer