Killing For London Lyrics

Close call, pretty boys
white suit and whiter gloves
strip strip, lean lean
pull it back, pull it, pull it back,
until the red shows
until the red shows

Cute white boys
grinning on the outside
trimming on the inside
cutting on the outside
turning up and cleaning
in a uniform way

Killing for London
Killing for London

Filling up the old well
“Will you? Will you remember?” Walking on the river
with the wind
and the weather
with the beat, beat, beating
and the beating on the wood frame
calling the ruin of daylight

hear that call
from the river
”Beat of the River”

Loose lost, heavy duty
white sand, whiting out
strip, strip, lean, lean
pull it back, and pull it on
until the red rose shows
red rose
shows up

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