Intro : 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 other skins in which I curled 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 that 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 And in exchange I'll lay away my dying role Refrain 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... Refrain (2x)