Elbow drop   To my weak torso   With one flick of her tongue   She cut me in half      Cattle-prod   I'm directed everywhere I go   I'm a stick in the mud   Afraid of the snake in the grass      Clothesline arms stretched   I could lose my head   From the top turnbuckle   My baby looks so small      Electric fence   Is she keeping my out or is she keeping me in?   I should have learned to walk away from love   Before I learnt to crawl      Crack my bones   Love me tender   I won't be around much longer      I'm leaving town