The Empty Threats of a Little Lord

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 You are a beast and I am serving up your supper 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 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 patience I am burning up inside And 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 no 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