Sunset Rubdown - The Empty Threats Of Little Lord lyrics

If I ever hurt you it will be in self defense And if I ever hurt you it will be in self defense Cause the podium's as high as the gallows are low Swing low, swing low, swing low You are a beast and I am serving up your supper oh You are a beast and I am serving up your supper Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh What will you do when the drink is all gone? Will you slam your fist down on the table Cause I'm not that kind of who*e No, I'm not that kind of who*e No, I'm not that kind of who*e but I am a little Lord No, I'm not that kind of who*e but I am a little Lord No, I'm not that kind of who*e but I am a little Lord Lord grant me patience, 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 There are wars to win for now leftover 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 And if you ever come at me I will hurt you Oh, if you ever come at me I will hurt you Oh, if you ever come at me you snake 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