Charles Bukowski - This then lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - This then lyrics]
It's the same as before or the other time
Or the time before that here's a cock
And here's a cunt and here's trouble
Only each time you think
Well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that and I'll do this
I no longer want it all, Just some comfort
And some sex and only a minor
Love now I'm waiting again
And the years run thin i have my radio
And the kitchen walls are yellow
I keep dumping bottles and listening
For footsteps
I hope that death contains less than this
Or the time before that here's a cock
And here's a cunt and here's trouble
Only each time you think
Well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that and I'll do this
I no longer want it all, Just some comfort
And some sex and only a minor
Love now I'm waiting again
And the years run thin i have my radio
And the kitchen walls are yellow
I keep dumping bottles and listening
For footsteps
I hope that death contains less than this
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