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 then  in Mississippi we rushed 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 yeah

But I don't know what love is
Is there somethin' 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, Love 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

On the Rio Grande they will tie you to a tree
And you can not call the lawyers ´cause the whorehouse is asleep
You evil motherfucker
They will throw you in a cell where you can barely breathe.

Well I don't know what love is
Is there somethin' 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, Love kills.