Charles Bukowski - Trashcan lives lyrics

The wind blows hard tonight

And it's a cold wind

And I think about

The boys on the row

I hope some of them have a bottle of

Red it's when you're on the row

That you notice that

Everything

Is owned

And that there are locks on

Everything

This is the way a democracy

Works:

You get what you can

Try to keep that

And add to it

If possible

This is the way a dictatorship works too

Only they either enslave or

Destroy their

Derelicts

We just forgot ours

In either case

It's a hard

Cold

Wind