For twenty four hours on the Ivory Coast,
They relieved soldiers from their post,
And they drank champagne, for a toast,
To pay dividends to the country's host.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't allw you to roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)
They'll shoot ya down, right on sight,
If you're out at the wrong time of night,
And in a civil war, there's no civil rights,
In the dead of day, run for your life.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
And tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)
And the trenches are dug,
And the bones begin to shiver,
The taste of war, so cold and bitter,
And the human race is the face of the killer,
And the cost of life is rarely considered.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh ohh ohh!)
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For twenty four hours on the Ivory Coast,
They relieved soldiers from their post,
And they drank champagne, for a toast,
To pay dividends to the country's host.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't allw you to roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)
They'll shoot ya down, right on sight,
If you're out at the wrong time of night,
And in a civil war, there's no civil rights,
In the dead of day, run for your life.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
And tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)
And the trenches are dug,
And the bones begin to shiver,
The taste of war, so cold and bitter,
And the human race is the face of the killer,
And the cost of life is rarely considered.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh ohh ohh!)
They relieved soldiers from their post,
And they drank champagne, for a toast,
To pay dividends to the country's host.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't allw you to roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)
They'll shoot ya down, right on sight,
If you're out at the wrong time of night,
And in a civil war, there's no civil rights,
In the dead of day, run for your life.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
And tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)
And the trenches are dug,
And the bones begin to shiver,
The taste of war, so cold and bitter,
And the human race is the face of the killer,
And the cost of life is rarely considered.
They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh ohh ohh!)
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, TIM ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing