Bukowski

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 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 times out of ten
 Our hearts just get dissolved
 (Gets 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
 And keeps a watchful eye on me
 If he's really so damn mighty
 Well, my problem is, I can't see
 Well, 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
 ♪
 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'll 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
 (I fucked up the last line)