No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
can't find no heaven I don't care where they go Hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm People, if I ever can get up off This hard killin' floor Lord, I won't get down Down
Hard times here an' everywhere I go Time is harder than ever been before People are driftin' from door to door Can't find no heaven, I don't care where
No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Bodycount muthafuckas
Oversættelse: Den Gun Club. Hardtime Killin Floor Blues.
Oversættelse: Howlin 'Wolf. Killin Floor.
re guinea pigs with dignity With everlasting memories Frozen thoughts and bloody dreams [Chorus:] Mesmerized Souls left behind In the killing
kill you just dry long so Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song These hard times can last us so very long If I ever get off this killin' floor
No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
killing floor God knows I should have been gone Oh, God knows, God knows I should have been gone And I wouldn't a been here down on the killing floor
And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn. On our passion's killing floor
got me on the killin' floor God knows I should-a been gone God knows I should-a been gone No foolin' 'round wit' cha baby I let you put me on the killin' floor
Whispers on the wind the darker side of ecstasy Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor Satan has left his killing floor
Is God in show business too? Is God in show business too? Don?t ever trust the words of a stranger You never know, he might be a killer Without a second
My friends turn me on I live for drugs I get drugs free, I live for drugs I get drugs free My friends turn me on I can't afford, I would never buy drugs
lot of damned seen the children hurt by the preacher man seen a lot of killing seen a lot of dead bloody winter coming rivers running red I don't wanna crawl 'cross your killing floor
is nothing, nothing nothing pure and nothing clean an empty borrowed broken dream it's nothing, nothing fading cause I can't stand no more beneath the killing floor
