Music

The tigers of pain
Prowl out in the rain
Not far from the circle of light
Behind our locked doors
Their passionate roars
Assault us by day and by night

The famines and wars
On faraway shores
Send echoes that batter your heart
There's fire and flood
And spilling of blood
You wait for your troubles to start

When love comes along
Your head's full of song
It's hard to stay sober and sane
But be on your guard
For out in the yard
Are the terrible tigers of pain