Lyrics The Art of Self Defense - Black Light Burns

The Art of Self Defense

A diminutive figure in a filthy loin cloth
Is en route to your house just to knock you off
A sad pygmy who takes small steps
Who weeps while he snuffs you
Who sits on your chest
The art of self-defense
A diminutive figure in a filthy loin cloth
Is en route to your house just to knock you off
A sad, sad, sad, sad, sad pygmy
He weeps while he snuffs you
He sits on your chest
To him you’re no different from all the rest
The art of self-defense
A sad, sad, sad, sad, sad pygmy