The Art of Self Defense
The Jesus Lizard Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The Jesus Lizard's song The Art of Self Defense is an intense and dark look at the idea of self-defense. The lyrics seem to be describing a small, pitiful creature (a pygmy) who is on their way to attack the listener. The language used seems to suggest that the pygmy is particularly pitiful and unworthy – filthy and sad. However, despite this, the pygmy is still capable of inflicting harm on the listener – knocking them off and snuffing them out. The image of the pygmy sitting on the listener's chest creates a sense of claustrophobia and oppression – the idea that even the smallest and weakest of creatures can have power over us if we let them.


In addition to the powerful imagery, there is a sense of irony in the lyrics. The idea of the "art of self-defense" suggests a certain level of skill and expertise, but the reality of the situation is that the attacker is a sad, small pygmy. This contrast creates a sense of unease and discomfort – the idea that we may not be as safe and powerful as we think we are.


Overall, The Art of Self Defense is a haunting and thought-provoking song that explores the darker side of human nature and the idea of violence and self-defense.


Line by Line Meaning

A diminutive figure in a filthy loin cloth
A very small person dressed in dirty and ragged garments


Is en route to your house just to knock you off
He is on his way to your house with the intention of attacking and defeating you


A sad pygmy who takes small steps
A pitiful dwarf who walks with small strides


Who weeps while he snuffs you
He cries as he kills you


Who sits on your chest
He sits on top of you, exerting his dominance and control


The art of self-defense
This is his method of protecting himself and attacking others


To him you're no different from all the rest
He sees every person he attacks as the same, with no distinguishing qualities


A sad, sad, sad, sad, sad pygmy
An incredibly pathetic and sorrowful dwarf




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