lyrical fitness

woke up this morning 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 want to 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 why, you'd never tell me: who would want to be such a control freak? well see what you want to see; you should see it all. well take what you want from me; you deserve it all. nine times outta ten our hearts just get dissolved. well i want a better place or just a better way to fall. but one time outta ten everything is perfect for us all. well i want a better place or s 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; my problem is i can't see. well who would want to be such a control freak? evil home stereo, what good things 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'll make it to your wake. you were talk, talk, talking in circles that day. when you get to the point make sure i'm still awake, okay? went to bedand didn't see why everyday turns out to be a little bit more like bukowski. and yeah, i know he's a pretty good read but god, who'd want to be su h an asshole?