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Lyrics By
Robert Hunter
Music By
Jerry Garcia
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Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear
Here there may be tigers to punch you in the ear
Gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick
Will knock you down and push you up and give your ass a kick
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love

Shaking in the desert, wherefore do you cry
Here there may be rattle snakes to punch you in the eye
Shotguns full of silver, bullets made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet and do not let you pass
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love

When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love
When push comes to shove

Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head
Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed
Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door
The latest mystery killer that you saw on channel four
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love

Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows
Here there may be roses to punch you in the nose
Twist their arms around you, slap you till you cry
Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you till I die
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love

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    Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear
    Here there may be tigers to punch you in the ear
    Gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick
    Will knock you down and push you up and give your ass a kick
    When push comes to shove
    You're afraid of love

    Shaking in the desert, wherefore do you cry
    Here there may be rattle snakes to punch you in the eye
    Shotguns full of silver, bullets made of glass
    String barbed wire at your feet and do not let you pass
    When push comes to shove
    You're afraid of love

    When push comes to shove
    When push comes to shove
    You're afraid of love
    When push comes to shove

    Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head
    Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed
    Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door
    The latest mystery killer that you saw on channel four
    When push comes to shove
    You're afraid of love

    Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows
    Here there may be roses to punch you in the nose
    Twist their arms around you, slap you till you cry
    Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you till I die
    When push comes to shove
    You're afraid of love