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