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.