The Killing Songtext
von Alamo Race Track

How can you see your world is changing
When you walk with your head down
Snow is on the pavement
Looking for the medicine
A million thoughts are one

Like a slightly wounded deer
Standing in the backyard
Turn your eyes up brown
(X3)


So I turn right on crooked elbow lane
When I pass you by with a big smile
Halfway to Hell
Caught maybe because of obstacles
A million questions are one

Like a slightly wounded deer
Standing in the backyard
Turn your eyes up brown
(X3)

Here comes Sherry, drunk again
Waiting by the city hall
Mixed-up plans, she killed them all
Look for gold and stab, they fall
Here comes George, a troubled man
Waiting by his femme fatale
She is a double-crossing dame
Ready to wipe out the game
(X3)