cccxlii. GRATEFUL DEAD
from In The Dark.
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear
With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of bricks
Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love
Shaking in the desert, wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye
With shotguns full of silver and bullets made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet, that will not let you pass
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love
When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove
You're afraid of love, when push comes to shove
Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head
Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed
The phantom in the closet, scratching at the door
Maybe it's mystery killer you saw on channel four
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love
Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows
Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose
Twist their arms around you, snap you til you cry
Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you til you die
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love
When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove
You're afraid of love, when push comes to shove
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