Charles Bukowski - Back to the machine gun lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Back to the machine gun lyrics]
I awaken about noon and go
Out to get the mail in my old torn bathrobe
I'm hung over hair down in my eyes
Barefoot gingerly walking on the
Small sharp rocks in my path
Still afraid of pain behind my four day
Beard
The young housewife next door shakes a rug
Out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
God damn! it's almost like being
Shot in the ass with a 22
"hello" I say
Gathering up my Visa card bill
My Pennysaver coupons
A Dept of Water and Power past-due notice
A letter from the mortgage people
Plus a demand from the
Weed Abatement Department
Giving me 30 days to clean up my act
I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
Thinking, maybe I'd better
Write something tonight they all seem
To be closing in
There's only one way to
Handle those motherfuckers
The night harness races will have to wait
Out to get the mail in my old torn bathrobe
I'm hung over hair down in my eyes
Barefoot gingerly walking on the
Small sharp rocks in my path
Still afraid of pain behind my four day
Beard
The young housewife next door shakes a rug
Out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
God damn! it's almost like being
Shot in the ass with a 22
"hello" I say
Gathering up my Visa card bill
My Pennysaver coupons
A Dept of Water and Power past-due notice
A letter from the mortgage people
Plus a demand from the
Weed Abatement Department
Giving me 30 days to clean up my act
I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
Thinking, maybe I'd better
Write something tonight they all seem
To be closing in
There's only one way to
Handle those motherfuckers
The night harness races will have to wait