Dark Arts
Man Man Lyrics

Bored to life you shower with a knife
You're so bored with your life that you engage in dangerous activities, like showering with a knife

You mix Ambien and motorbikes
You combine the powerful sedative Ambien with the high-speed risk of riding a motorbike

She heaves a sigh in the middle of the night That says come inside her and it kills the vibe
Your partner expresses disinterest in sex in such a way that it ruins the mood and makes you feel unwanted

Bored to life you huff glue and wine You paint portraits of pretty babies Crying out a short bus eyes for you (wa wa wa wa)
Your boredom leads you to inhale glue and drink wine while painting disturbing images of children, causing you to hear the sounds of a malfunctioning school bus

You gravitate towards lovers named After days you were weak and hurricanes And hope that they hold you like an avalanche
You are attracted to people who have names that remind you of times when you felt helpless and out of control, and you look for someone to hold you tightly like an avalanche

And I hit my head and I had a vision quest I rode on the wings of a giant talking bat Said to trust my sonar 'cause happiness don't ever last
You suffered a head injury and had a meaningful hallucination where you flew on a bat and learned to rely on your intuition because happiness is fleeting

It's like a warm Atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us
You feel a powerful and overwhelming sensation that is all-encompassing like an atomic explosion

There must be something in the air That's making us all go crazy here Our friends are either breeding, dying, Or losing all their marbles trying
There is something in the environment that is affecting everyone's mental state and causing our friends to either have children, pass away, or lose their minds

Told me that you turn to pygmies And the dark arts to ease your suffering It's why you're running through the bush with a taser and a tan
You were told that practicing dark magic and shrinking people down to pygmy size could relieve your pain, leading you to chase imaginary small people with a stun gun in the woods

Don't blame me for your bouts of sadness, Blame the magic that makes the mattress Melt so wonderfully with another's body in the dark
You shouldn't hold me responsible for your depressive episodes, but rather the way love-making feels so incredible and the euphoria fades away

Mister dagger, meet mister back, inseparable, together at last.
Your back and your knife complement each other so well they might as well be introduced

These days I feel like a pariah, An albatross with my feathers on fire Stop and drop and roll the flames But they don't slow, they just grow brighter
Recently, you feel like an outcast or a burden on others, as if your problems are causing them pain that cannot be put out, no matter how much effort is made

And will you help me search party for my hidden Indians? The parts of me that I scalped to be A well-adjusted man
Can you assist me in finding the lost aspects of my Native American heritage that I foolishly removed to fit in with society?

And home surgery all the fondest memories That keep me bound like blackened ice To motorcycle crash
You aim to manipulate your cherished memories in a way that keeps you frozen and attached to the trauma of your motorcycle accident

And I pour myself a cup of mummy brown And I'll carve a coffin out of tramp art that I've found Cut me down if you love me and let me sway if you don't
You indulge in the morbid and macabre, drinking a dark pigment made of dried-up mummies and carving a decorative casket out of found objects. You welcome love and support, but prefer to be left without judgement if you don't

Staring at the man who's in the mirror And how the fuck did I live this long?
You are contemplating your own existence and questioning how you managed to live this long with all your demons and ailments

Ahhh!
An expression of intense feeling, such as agony, exasperation or a burst of satisfaction