If I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
If I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense

Podiums as high as the gallows are low
Swing low, swing low, swing low

You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
Oh, oh, oh…

What will you do when they drink us all down?
Will you slam your fist down on the table?

‘Cause I'm not that kind of whore
No, I'm not that kind of whore
No, I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord

No, I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord
No, I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord
Lord, grant me, gracious,
I am burning up inside

There are snakes out in the night;
All these kids have gone astray;
There are women with no meaning to their names
When we say them… they are worse to win
For never over sinful days…

So if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
And if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense

If you ever come at me
I will hurt you
If you ever come at me
I will hurt you
If you ever come at me,
You snake
You snake
You snake
You snake

I wish you the best, you snake
You are self-professed, you snake
My heart's in my chest, you snake
You can have the rest, you snake

I wish you the best, you snake
You are self-professed, you snake
My heart's in my chest, you snake
You can have the rest, you snake…