Fenway

Took a walk down to Fenway...
 Had a ticket for a Red Sox game
 I was reamin' from a feelin' I was dealin' with and
 I know I got no one but myself to blame
 But I keep thinking I can manage my change
 Not a pretty pair of eyes.
 To see the world through
 Not a pretty pair of eyes I've got
 Not a pretty pair of hands and a head to match
 I was fakin' what I'm takin' now I'm breakin'
 In the cheap seats waitin' for an outfield catch
 But I keep thinking I'm never gonna change
 It's a mile and a half from the heart to the brain
 If I lost my head I can't explain
 Not a pretty pair of eyes
 To see the world through
 I'm a Charles Bukowski
 A freak of nature for the world to see
 I was burnin' now I'm learnin' and I'm turnin'
 Into someone I said I never meant to be
 The weight of the world hanging over my head
 Living like this I'd be better of dead
 If I keep thinking I can manage my change
 Not a pretty pair eyes
 To see the world through x4
 Not making any headway
 Ain't got nothing good to say
 I was tryin' now I'm dyin' from the lyin'
 And it's almost midnight on Monday