Charles Bukowski - The crunch lyrics

Too much too little

Too fat too thin
Or nobody

Laughter or tears

Haters lovers
Strangers with faces like the backs of
Thumb tacks

Armies running through streets of blood
Waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking
Virgins

An old guy in a cheap room
With a photograph of M monroe

There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of
The hands of a clock

People so tired mutilated
Either by love or no love

People just are not good to each other
One on one

The rich are not good to the rich
The poor are not good to the poor
We are afraid

Our educational system tells us
That we can all be big-ass winners

It hasn't told us about the gutters
Or the suicides

Or the terror of one person
Aching in one place alone

Untouched unspoken to

Watering a plant

People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other

I suppose they never will be
I don't ask them to be
But sometimes I think about it

The beads will swing the clouds will cloud
And the killer will behead the child
Like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone

Too much too little

Too fat too thin
Or nobody

More haters than lovers

People are not good to each other
Perhaps if they were
Our deaths would not be so sad

Meanwhile I look at young girls stems
Flowers of chance

There must be a way

Surely there must be a way
That we have not yet thought of

Who put this brain inside of me?

It cries it demands
It says that there is a chance

It will not say "no"