Ooh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh
Do you wanna hear all the sirens
Then baby, I can tell ya, sure I can tell ya
We're on Rikers Island on a population board
Down in Alabama, they like home cooked fare, yeah
Then baby, I can tell ya, sure I can tell ya
But I don't know what love is
You people will get weak
Ohh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh
But if my hands are the color of blood
Is there something else giving me the chills?
But if my hands are the color of blood
Ohh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh
Of the city drown the arguing?
Ohh, oh, ohh, ooh, oh, ohh
But if my hands are the color of blood
They'll throw you in a cell
Down in Dixie you were crying for dope
They don't care about your fame
Love kills, kills, love kills, kills
And you can't call the lawyers
Is there something else giving me the chills?
A killer love finds a sweet Mexican girl
But I don't know what love is
Where you can barely breathe
On the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a tree
Then baby, I can tell ya, sure I can tell ya
Love kills, kills, love kills, kills
'Cause the whorehouse is asleep
But I don't know what love is
So we're gonna strap you to the frying chair, yeah
But in Mississippi we rushed into the room
Is there something else giving me the chills?
