Song | When Push Comes To Shove |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | In The Dark |
作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
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, now wherefore do you cry? | |
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye. | |
With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's 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, | |
Are you still in fear of the hand beneath the bed? | |
Grabbing at the handle, 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. | |
Put my arms around you, love you til you cry, | |
Wrap you in your sweet perfume and squeeze 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. |
zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
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, now wherefore do you cry? | |
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye. | |
With shotgun' s full of silver and bullet' s 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, | |
Are you still in fear of the hand beneath the bed? | |
Grabbing at the handle, 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. | |
Put my arms around you, love you til you cry, | |
Wrap you in your sweet perfume and squeeze 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. |