Shaking in the desert, wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye.
Shotgun's full of silver, bullet's 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 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 you die
When Push Comes To Shove, you're afraid of love