Bukowski

Woke up this mornin', and it seemed to me that every night turns out to be

A little bit more like Bukowski and yeah, I know he's a pretty good read

But God, who'd wanna be, God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?

God, who'd wanna be, God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Well, we sat on the edge of the river

The crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver"

If God takes life, he's an Indian giver

So tell me now why, you'll tell me never

Who would wanna be, who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well, who would wanna be, who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well, see what you wanna see, you should see it all

Well, take what you want from me, you deserve it all

Nine time out of ten, our hearts just get dissolved

Well, I want a better place or just a better way to fall

But one time out of ten, everything goes perfect for us all

Well, I want a better place or just a better way to fall

Here we go

If God controls the land and disease, keeps a watchful eye on me

If he's really so damn mighty, well, my problem is I can't see

Well, who'd wanna be, who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well, who would wanna be, who would wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?

Evil me, oh, yeah, I know

What good curves can you throw?

Well, all that icing, and all that cake

I can't make it to your wedding but I'm sure I'm gonna be at your wake

You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day

When you get to the point, make sure that I'm still awake, okay?

I went to bed and didn't see why every day turns out to be

A little bit more like Bukowski and, yeah, I know he's a pretty good read

But God, who'd wanna be, God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?