Charles Bukowski - Hello, how are you? lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Hello, how are you? lyrics]
This fear of being what they are: Dead
At least they are not out on the street, they
Are careful to stay indoors, those
Pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets
Their lives full of canned
Mutilated laughter
Their ideal neighborhood of parked cars
Of little green lawns of little homes
The little doors that open and close
As their relatives visit
Throughout the holidays the doors closing
Behind the dying who die so slowly
Behind the dead who are still alive
In your quiet average neighborhood
Of winding streets of agony
Of confusion of horror
Of fear of ignorance
A dog standing behind a fence
A man silent at the window
At least they are not out on the street, they
Are careful to stay indoors, those
Pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets
Their lives full of canned
Mutilated laughter
Their ideal neighborhood of parked cars
Of little green lawns of little homes
The little doors that open and close
As their relatives visit
Throughout the holidays the doors closing
Behind the dying who die so slowly
Behind the dead who are still alive
In your quiet average neighborhood
Of winding streets of agony
Of confusion of horror
Of fear of ignorance
A dog standing behind a fence
A man silent at the window