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The Jacka (The Jacka) · To Know Him Is to Love Him (Teddy Bears) · Praise Him, Praise Him (Eddy Arnold) · Video Killed the Radio Star/Kid Dynamo (Buggles) · Killed by Death: Raw Rare Punk Rock, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Almost Killed Me/Separation Sunday (The Hold Steady) · Killed by Death: God Punishes, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Who Killed Harry Houdini? (I'm from Barcelona) · The Big Three Killed My Baby (The White Stripes) · You Have Killed Me (Morrissey) – and 90 other albums »


framed 

Who killed Jane  who killed Jane? 
Not the Squad kid  I think we've been framed  

With the iron, started firing, to let him know I'm serious
they could not burn away 
Just another holy man who dared to make a stand
My God, they killed him.

The only Son of God Almighty
The holy one called
they could not burn away 
Just another holy man who dared to make a stand
My God, they killed him.

The only Son of God Almighty
The holy one called
that they could not burn away
Just another holy man who dared to be a friend
My god, they killed him !

The only son of God almighty
The holy one called
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
hurt you daddy never again 
She wasn't a friend, so I killed her.

When I was thirteen the plumber stopped by,
The house was flooding and no one knew
Matador
He sleeps
Alone
He can't see right from wrong

Matador
He thinks
He's strong
He thinks
He's number one

He killed the bull
He
I saw him picking up the pieces of his broken heart 
And so I stopped to see what I could do 
His heart had been run over by a reckless lover 
She
cause more heartaches inside
But I'll long to be by his side once more and tell him
Tell him that I love him and will until I die

[Chorus]
cause more heartaches inside
But I long to be by his side once more and tell him
Tell him that I love him and will until I die
Somewhere here among
harm him
Nor your knives tear him apart
Humiliation killed him
God bless his little heart

Now he lived all alone in a run down home
Near the side
Just a grunt in a bind in his homeland Taking orders from a very very bad man
Just yer average Dieter, Helmut, or a Bertrand I can waste him 'cause I
heard a noise 
And as he turned his head 
Well, the bullet killed him dead 
Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys 

Poor Jesse had a wife 
She lived
They shouted beat the prisoner hardy...

The weeks went by and no one spoke about it anymore
Or seemed to see the wreath Bill's mother hung upon the door
Killed by sins of the evil what I am
Your destruction, reasons of a world in pain
Blind disciple, you will never live again

Wage of death, course
lap-a
Stayin on da grind, 'cause da loot gonna stack-a
Watchin for a jack-a
You know I'm a mack-a
Whatcha need dog, ? weed or some crack-a
Ice on my
does it, he kills him again

Who killed John Lennon?
A loser with a pistol, a martyr's best friend
And each time he's televised, he kills him again
'cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him, and he
Found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by
A running-gun
man's train
He's killed for hunger his buffalo brother
He's killed for anger and a white man's name

His name was Joseph Cross
And he was raised by
well 'cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by
A running