Vārdi:
Amen Lovers Are Killers

Lovers are killers Lovers are killers Lovers are killers Lovers are killers and I can't complain I've got nothing for something Lovers are killers and lovers are killers again Lovers are killers Lovers

As the targets start to rise Come on now we cannot pretend That we are lovers anymore Kill God kill jesus Kill one another for the weekends Safe and sound my wrists are

Avenue, somewhere in hell digging the hell out of you, digging the hell in you... my co conspirator, my executioner, my sacrificial lamb, my friend, my lover, my martyr are

Acacia Avenue, somewhere in hell digging the hell out of you, digging the hell in you... my co conspirator, my executioner, my sacrificial lamb, my friend, my lover, my martyr are