Charles Bukowski - The Real Story lyrics

True story

They found him walking along the
Freeway all red in front
He'd taken a rusty tin can and
Cut off his sexual machinery as if to say
"see what you've done to me? you
Might as well have the rest"
And he put part of 'em in one pocket
And part of 'em in another and
That's how they found him walking along
They gave him over to the doctors
Who tried to sew the parts back on
But, the parts were quite contended
The way they were
I think sometimes if all the good ass turnеd
Over to the monsters of thе world
Maybe it was his protest against this
Or his protest against everything
A one man freedom march
That never squeeze in between
The concert reviews and the baseball scores
God or somebody bless him
She came to my place drunk
Grabbing a dear up on the front porch
So many women want to save the world
But can't keep their own kitchen straight
But me, We went inside where i let
I not only let but i got
Them out of the drawer
And i lighted three red candles
Poured the wine took notes on her
Latitude behind, longitude in front
And the rest, amazing
A women such as this could find
A at hart springs not only hart springs
But any kind of springs or arkansas
We ate venison for three weeks
Then she slept with the landlord
To help pay the rent
Then i found her a job as a waitress
I slept all day, And when she came home i
Was feeling a brilliant conversation
That she so much adored
She died quickly one night
Leaving the world much the way it had been
Now, i get up early
Go down to the loading docks
And wait for cabbages, oranges
Potato to fall from the trucks
To be thrown away
By noon, i have eaten and am asleep
Dreaming of paying the rent with
Numbered chunks of plastic strips
Issued by a better world