Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Arts, artist - Man Man.
Date of issue: 05.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dark Arts |
Bored to life you shower with a knife |
You mix Ambien and motorbikes |
She heaves a sigh in the middle of the night |
That says come inside her and it kills the vibe |
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) |
You gravitate towards lovers named |
After days you were weak and hurricanes |
And hope that they hold you 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 |
And I can feel it |
Can you feel it? |
It’s like a warm |
Atomic cloud that’s raining down, washing over us |
I can feel it, can you feel it? |
It’s like a warm |
It’s like a swarm |
Atomic cloud that’s raining down, washing over us |
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 |
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 |
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 |
And I hate my head |
So I bury it in the sand |
If I razor cut some bangs |
Will I forget who I am? |
Staring at the man who’s in the mirror |
And how the fuck did I live this long this way? |
(Hello |
Nice to meet you |
Certainly |
Charmed |
Thank you) |
Mister dagger, meet mister back, inseparable, together at last |
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 |
And will you help me search party for my hidden Indians? |
The parts of me that I scalped to be |
A well-adjusted man |
And home surgery all the fondest memories |
That keep me bound like blackened ice |
To motorcycle crash |
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 |
Stare at the man who’s in the mirror |
And how the fuck did I live this long? |
And I can feel it! |
Can you feel it? |
I can feel it! |
Can you feel it? |
I can feel it! |
Can you feel it? |
I can feel it! |
Can you feel it? |
I can feel it! |
Can you feel it? |
I can feel it! |
Ahhh! |