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Grateful Dead When Push Comes To Shove Lyrics
Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 7.82/10 [11 votes]Album: In the Dark / Original Release Date: 1987-07-10Genre: RockSong Duration: 4 min 08 sec
GRATEFUL DEAD
- When Push Comes To Shove Lyrics / with translationsShaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear
With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick
Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love
Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye
With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet, that 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
Believe it's the 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, snap you till you cry
Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you 'til you die
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
When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love
When push comes to shove
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear
With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick
Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love
Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye
With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet, that 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
Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door
Believe it's the 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, snap you till you cry
Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you 'til you die
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
When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love
When push comes to shove
Facts about When Push Comes To Shove
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When Push Comes To Shove is written by Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia.
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It is first released on July 10, 1987 as part of Grateful Dead's album "In the Dark" which includes 7 tracks in total. This song is the 2nd track on this album.
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When Push Comes To Shove falls under the genre Rock.
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When Push Comes To Shove song length is 4 minutes and 08 seconds.
Who wrote When Push Comes To Shove lyrics?
When Push Comes To Shove is written by Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia.
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When was When Push Comes To Shove released?
It is first released on July 10, 1987 as part of Grateful Dead's album "In the Dark" which includes 7 tracks in total. This song is the 2nd track on this album.
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Which genre is When Push Comes To Shove?
When Push Comes To Shove falls under the genre Rock.
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How long is the song When Push Comes To Shove?
When Push Comes To Shove song length is 4 minutes and 08 seconds.
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Songwriter(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome GarciaRecord Label(s): 1987 Grateful Dead Productions Inc Marketed by Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group Company
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