Killer is the name she gave me River mud in my lungs (ahhhh)
Killer is the name she gave me
Wore it like a cut black coat
My hands smell like rain and engine smoke
Mean little grin in a fevered throat (hmm)
Killer, that name still fits me
Killer, like a spark in the weeds
Killer, she laughed and cut me free (yeah)
She drew that word across my jacket Like a joke that never
dries
Tin cup rattle, crooked church tone
Black water grin in my eyes (ooh)
Killer, that name still fits me
Killer, with the mud still on my sleeves
Killer, she made a mark I keep (yeah)
Killer is the name she gave me (hummmm)