Lyrics: Paul Westerberg. Self-Defense.

Cheekbones and hormones, your only self-defense
Lying through dinner and your rock and roll teeth again
You've harbored a coward and 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 will they drag you out into the night

Careful, don't you spill your dinner
That would be your best defense
Careful, what you go and wish for

An idiot and a genius standing up to dine
Breaking man-made 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