Killer is what we called it
Killer is what we said
How we named it
What we thought it did

Kill my pride
My sense of self-worth
Take away the hinges of my soul
Let it fall to pieces and sweep them away

Take the lamb to the slaughter house
Take the one that is of least worth
Imagine how much it's going to miss

Already have a righteous and pious lamb
And and two crazy lambs with their own course
Need one for the killing

Because killer is what we called it
Killer is what we said
How we named it
What we thought it did...