Leave the shore in search of treasure
Far across the sea
When you hear the siren calling
Then you’ll know the girl for me
She’s got blood on her hands
And it makes me glad to know her
She’s a mankiller
You’re on death row
She won’t let you go, you know her
She’s a mankiller
Her streets are lined with gold and silver
And brokenhearted fools
But if she goes then I must follow
Anywhere ’cos it’s no use
She’s got blood on her hands
And it makes me glad to know her
She’s a mankiller
You’re on death row
She won’t let you go, you know her
She’s a mankiller