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Sing Sing Sing (Roberto Gatto) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing, Sing, Sing: Live at the Fujitsu-Festival 1992 (Mel Tormé) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing (The Andrews Sisters) · Sing, Sing, Sing: Live at the Fujitsu-Festival 1992 (Mel Tormé) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing, Sing, Sing (Gene Krupa) – and 90 other albums »


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Enough to make your backbone shake,
The Killers,
Enough to make your stupid faces quiver,
And The Killers long to take your life,

The sun beats down
,
Enough to make your backbone shake,
The killers,
Enough to make your stupid faces quiver,
And the killers long to take your life,

The sun beats down
Fuck the police, don't be a pussy.
Fuck the police, have some muthafuckin' courage.
Fuck the police, sing along.

Cop killer!
Cop killer!
Cop
Fuck the police, don't be a pussy.
Fuck the police, have some muthafuckin' courage.
Fuck the police, sing along.

Cop killer!
Cop killer!
Cop
,
Enough to make your backbone shake,
The killers,
Enough to make your stupid faces quiver,
And the killers long to take your life,

The sun beats down
ringing ‘till theres no one home
She’s long gone

You crave it you make it
Not what you had i mind ok
If you hate it don’t say it
Just keep the dream
We like you to meet a friend of ours who goes by the name killer joe. Picture a so called hippie or hip-cat, standing on a corner in a neatly pressed
When the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When them gang sings
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man
We like you to meet a friend of ours who goes by the name killer joe. Picture a so called hippie or hip-cat, standing on a corner in a neatly pressed
Just bring me one more round of heartache-killer
Another bottle of help-me-forget-her put a dime in the jukebox and sing along
Yes I'll have one more
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man
alone 
Riders on the storm 

There's a killer on the road 
His brain is squirmin' like a toad 
Take a long holiday 
Let your children play 
If ya
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man
holding nothing back.
I've been around for long enough to know that 
Everybody needs to sing

No matter if you're all alone or surrounded
By a thousand
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man
killer)

This is how your heart was broken
Bulletproof but not from love

Never mind running, 
It's far too long to go
Never mind running too far
The devil's laughing long and hard deep in hell tonight;
My feet are bleeding right through my shoes;
Ground's as cold as ice;
Sing no killer angels;
Can
Little monkey swinging by me
From your fig tree
Your Jewish canteen
Baby pigeon, yellow diamonds
Queen of catskills
Sings so long sweet thing
We like you to meet a friend of ours who goes by the name killer joe. Picture a so called hippie or hip-cat, standing on a corner in a neatly pressed
two by two
Every time you turn around
Another's comin' through

So we'll sing it long and proud
So everyone will know
That the road to freedom is
laugh and sing along don't be long
Keep in time with us sing along

Ooh, sure makes me lazy
Can't help feeling I'm such 
A lucky guy lucky guy, guy
gimme the mic so I can take it away
off on a natural charge bom-voyage
yeah from the home of the doge brooklyn scwad

Wu-Tang killer bee`s on a swarm
[Chorus]
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
Sing