Charles Bukowski - Restless as the Tarantula lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Restless as the Tarantula lyrics]
They're not going to let you
Sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe
In the mid-afternoon sun
If you do, somebody's going to drive by and
Spray your guts with a submachine gun
They're not going to let you feel good
For very long anywhere
The forces aren't going to
Let you sit around fucking-off and
Relaxing you've got to go
Their way the unhappy, the bitter and
The vengeful need their
Fix - which is you or somebody
Anybody in agony, or
Better yet dead, dropped into some
Hole
As long as there are humans about
There is never going to be any peace
For any individual upon this earth or
Anywhere else they might
Escape to
All you can do is maybe grab
Ten lucky minutes here
Or maybe an hour there
Something is working toward you
Right now, and i mean you
And nobody but you
Sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe
In the mid-afternoon sun
If you do, somebody's going to drive by and
Spray your guts with a submachine gun
They're not going to let you feel good
For very long anywhere
The forces aren't going to
Let you sit around fucking-off and
Relaxing you've got to go
Their way the unhappy, the bitter and
The vengeful need their
Fix - which is you or somebody
Anybody in agony, or
Better yet dead, dropped into some
Hole
As long as there are humans about
There is never going to be any peace
For any individual upon this earth or
Anywhere else they might
Escape to
All you can do is maybe grab
Ten lucky minutes here
Or maybe an hour there
Something is working toward you
Right now, and i mean you
And nobody but you