Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Killing Type, artist - Amanda Palmer. Album song Theatre Is Evil, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 08.09.2012
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
The Killing Type |
I wouldn’t kill to win a war |
I don’t get what they do it for |
It’s all so terribly vague |
I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle |
And I think |
It’s such a bore |
I walk New Orleans with a knife |
Like Mackie, hidden out of sight |
But I’d be useless if they jumped |
I’m really not the killing type |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not, I’m not |
I’m not the killing type, I’m not |
I’ve got a picture of your mom |
Before the war when she was young |
She’s got an etching to her right |
I think it’s funny that she’s looking to the left |
And it’s a sign |
I wouldn’t kill to get you back |
And I’ve officially been asked |
I couldn’t kill to save a life |
I’d rather die a peaceful piece of shit-bait |
Shame-filled coward |
Thanks |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not, I’m not |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not |
But I would kill to make you feel |
I don’t mean kill someone for real |
I couldn’t do that, it is wrong |
But I can say it in a song |
A song, a song |
And I’m saying it now |
I’m saying it so |
Even if you never hear this song |
Somebody else will know |
I’m saying it now |
I’m saying it so |
Even if you never hear this song |
Somebody else will know, know, know, know |
I just can’t explain how good it feels |
I just can’t explain how good it feels |
I just can’t explain how good it feels |
I just can’t describe~ |
I once stepped on a dying bird |
It was a mercy killing |
I couldn’t sleep for a week |
I kept feeling its breaking bones |
I heard that if you see a star at night |
And the conditions are just right |
And you are standing on a cliff |
Then you can close your eyes |
And make a wish and take a step |
And change somebody’s life |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not the killing type |
I’m not, I’m not |
I’m not the killing type, I’m not |
But I would kill you make you feel |
I’d kill to move your face an inch |
I see you staring into space |
I wanna stick my fist into your mouth |
And twist your arctic heart |
Yes, I would kill to make you feel |
I don’t mean kill someone for real |
I couldn’t do that, it is wrong |
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song |
And I’m saying it now |
I’m saying it so |
Even if you never hear this song |
Somebody else will know |
I’m saying it now |
I’m saying it so |
Even if you never hear this song |
Somebody else will know, know, know, know |
I just can’t explain how good it feels |
I just can’t explain how good it feels |
I just can’t explain how good it feels |
I just can’t describe-ibe-ibe-ibe |
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die |
I’m not the killing type |