Self-Defense - Paul Westerberg

Cheekbones and hormones

Your only self-defense

Lying through dinner

And your rock and roll teeth again

You’ve harbored a coward

Fed him full of broth

This nocturnal sadness

Leave you pale as this tablecloth

Careful don’t you spill your dinner

That would be a good defense

Then you wouldn’t have to sit here

On the fence

Cheekbones and hormones

He’s the accidental man

Tell you in a stage whisper

About the boy who cried benefit

As the poet drags the darkness

Within him to the light

It’s only in self-defense

That they drag you out into the night

Careful don’t you spill your dinner

That would be your best defense

Careful what you wish for

An idiot and a genius

Standing up to dine

Breaking manmade laws

Cause I only follow those that are divine

And only when you’re chased

Do you ever run fast

And it’s wrong to commit a suicide

It’s only in self-defense