The tiger waits in the bushes by the lake,
but I'll never tear you apart.
With a love so pure, our knees will shake
and tremble.
There were tracks in the silt where the stream becomes still
...but I'll never rip out your heart.
You're such a gentle a beast-
oh you never got tough,
like I got tough.
Like I got tough.
The faces in the window -
oh, they're just my friends.
I promise I won't let them in.
Oh, they live in the corn,
where they die and they're born -
where the blades go around,
churn up the ground
to open the over-toild soil.
ooooooooo baby.
ooooooooo baby.
ooooooooo babe.
Slashed 'cross the back,
your spine almost snapped.
I put three bullets in its face,
and I hung it from a tree,
for the other ones to see
what happens if
you mess with me.