And if you wed another I would have to kill you
Both in bed, my lover, I would rather see you
Dead and under covers than in front of the world
Exposing for all others, skin in which I curled

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I would be your Indian lover
I would be your Indian lover
I would be your Indian lover boy
Feel my joy

And if you touch a man then you can fully expect
I will abort my plan to woo you so circumspect
I’ll cross the gates of Hell and sell
What is left then of my soul
In exchange I’ll lay away my dying role

Chorus

Aesthetic discipline and caked in mud
I would go down to the river wading in,
Controlling the flow
Not eat stitch of meat, nowhere,
No leather on my back
Until I knew which one was better,
The love or the lacking

And if you go at last and leave me here
I will slowly run the gas into the invisible
And fingering the match
I’ll strike one mortal final blow
For every fool dispatched
I’ll retire into my burning inferno

Chorus (x 2)