The Killing Type - 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

I’ve got a picture of your mom

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 a sign

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 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

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 will 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 you 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 will 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