The Killing Type Lyrics - Singles - Amanda Palmer

I wouldn't kill to win a war 

I don't get what they do it for 

It's all so terribly vague 

I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle 

And I think it's such a bore 

I walk New Orleans with a knife 

Like Mackie hidden out of sight 

But I'd be useless if they jumped 

I'm really not the killing type 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

I'm not the killing type 

I'm not the killing type 

I'm not, I'm not 

I'm not the killing type, I'm not 

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I've got a picture of your mum 

Before the war when she was young 

She's got an etching to her right 

I think it's funny that she's looking to the left 

And it's her son 

I wouldn't kill to get you back 

And I've officially been asked 

I couldn't kill to save a life 

I'd rather a die a peaceful piece of shit-bait 

Shame-filled coward 

Thanks 

I'm not the killing type 

I'm not the killing type 

I'm not, I'm not 

I'm not the killing type, I'm not 

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But I would kill to make you feel 

I don't mean kill someone for real 

I couldn't do that, it is wrong 

But I can say it in a song, a song, a song 

And I'm saying it now 

I'm saying it so 

Even if you never hear this song 

Somebody else would know 

I'm saying it now 

I'm saying it so 

Even if you never hear this song 

Somebody else will know, know, know, know 

I just can't explain how good it feels 

I just can't explain how good it feels 

I just can't explain how good it feels 

I just can't describe 

I once stepped on a dying bird 

It was a mercy killing 

I couldn't sleep for a week 

I kept feeling its breaking bones 

I heard that if you see a star at night 

And the conditions are just right 

And you are standing on a cliff 

Then you can close your eyes 

And make a wish and take a step 

And change somebody's life 

I'm not the killing type 

I'm not the killing type 

I'm not, I'm not 

I'm not the killing type, I'm not 

But I would kill to make you feel 

I'd kill to move your face an inch 

I see you staring into space 

I wanna stick my fist into your mouth 

And twist your Arctic heart 

Yes, I would kill to make you feel 

I don't mean kill someone for real 

I couldn't do that, it is wrong 

But I can say it in a song, a song, a song 

And I'm saying it now 

I'm saying it so 

Even if you never hear this song 

Somebody else would know 

I'm saying it now 

I'm saying it so 

Even if you never hear this song 

Somebody else will know, know, know, know 

I just can't explain how good it feels 

I just can't explain how good it feels 

I just can't explain how good it feels 

I just can't describe-ibe-ibe-ibe 

Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die 

I'm not the killing type