Jun 22, 2005 11:23
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.
Well I want a better place
or just a better way to fall.
But one time out of ten everything is 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 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 OK?
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?
modest mouse,
lyrics,
bukowski