Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra - The Killing Type Lyrics
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The Killing Type
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What Are The Lyrics For The Killing Type By Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra?
I wouldn't kill to win a war
I don't get what they do it for It's all so terribly vague I've seen the pictures from a thousand years of battle and I think It's such a bore I walk New Orleans with a knife It might be hidden out of sight But I'd be useless if they jumped I'm really not the killing type 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've got a picture of your mom Before the war when she was young She's got an etching to the 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 I've officially been asked I couldn't kill to save a life I'd rather die in peace (?) 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 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 And I'm saying it so Even if you never hear this song, someone else will know I'm saying it now I'm saying it so Even if you never hear this song, someone else will know I just can't explain how good it feels I just can't explain how good it feels |
Who Wrote The Killing Type By Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra?
Amanda Palmer
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