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

He weeps while he snuffs you

He sits on your chest

To him you're no different from all the rest

A sad, sad, sad, sad, sad pygmy