Joe Strummer - 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

Written by:
Joe Strummer

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