On a usually quiet block in Modesto, California, A star-crossed couple run away in search of freedom
That turns into a tale of sensational alarm across multiple now haunted state lines
Fire through the night we hit that long dark road
Your folks won't need these wheels and plastic anymore
The smell of gasoline, the sound of shots and bouncing shells
Left that town with a red farewell
Oh my baby, hey my love, my little darling, what have we done
(Killa Killa Killa Killa)
In a rural part of Albany, New York, a passing motorist comes across a dreadful sight
Remembering a newscast the evening before about two young lovers on a cross-country spiral of tragic consequence
Keep running with our hearts that beat as one until they fit us in separate rooms
Machine soda and downtown cigarettes to hypnotize you and criticize you
Oh my baby, hey my love, my little darling, what have we done
(Killa Killa Killa Killa)
Don't give me up now baby, don't let them get to you, honey
Just hang in that motel room with the blinds down tight
Now is when I really need you
Oh my baby, hey my love, my little darling, what have we done
(Killa Killa Killa Killa)
Oh my baby, hey my love, my little darling, what have we done
(Killa Killa Killa Killa)
Oh my baby, hey my love, my little darling, darling, darling, what have we done
Oh my baby, hey my love, my little darling, what have we done
What have we done
(Killa Killa Killa Killa)