歌词
A world in disorder
A season to die
There's no shame in murder
The tow of the line
You might bring some company
In the wake of your belief
You might really be deceived
But you'll soon just realize
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time
A handshake of honor
A token of a scene
The price for your medicine
In the payment of a sham
Are broken by the sound of a thousand people cheering
And they come to shout
With their breath they'll keep on screaming
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time