Intro :
And if you wed anothe r I wou ld have to kill you
Both in bed my lover I woul d rath er see you
Dead and under covers than i n front of t he world
Exposing for all other skins i n which I curled
I would be your indian lover
I would be your indian lover
I would be your indian love r boy
Feel my jo y
And if yo u touch a man that you can ful ly expect
I will abort my pla n to woo you so c ircumspect
I'll c ross the gate s of hell and sel l what is left then of my soul
And in exchange I'l l lay away my dyi ng role
Ascetic discipline and caked in mud I would go down in the river wading in
controlling the flood not even a stitch on me 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 would
Slowly run the gas entombed and then invisible
And fingering the match I'll strike one mortal final blow
For every fool dispatched I'll retire in my pyring inferno oh oh...