Bukowski - Modest Mouse

Woke up this morning, and it seemed to me

That every night turns out to be

A little bit more like Bukowski

And yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read

But God, who’d wanna be

God, who’d wanna be such an asshole?

God, who’d wanna be

God, who’d wanna be such an asshole?

Well we sat on the edge of the river

The crowd screamed, «Sacrifice the liver!»

If God takes life, he’s an Indian giver

So tell me now why, you’ll tell me never

Who would wanna be

Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well who would wanna be

Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well see what you wanna see

You should see it all

Well take what you want from me

You deserve it all

Nine times out of ten

Our hearts just get dissolved

Well I want a better place

Or just a better way to fall

But one time out of ten

Everything goes perfect for us all

Well I want a better place

Or just a better way to fall

Here we go

If God controls the land and disease

And keeps a watchful eye on me

If he’s really so damn mighty

Well my problem is I can’t see

Well who would wanna be

Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well who would wanna be

Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo

What good songs do you know?

Evil me, oh yeah, I know

What good curves can you throw?

Well all that icing and all that cake

I can’t make it to your wedding

But I’m sure I’ll be at your wake

You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day

When you get to the point

Make sure that I’m still awake, okay?

I went to bed and didn’t see

Why every day turns out to be

A little bit more like Bukowski

And yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read

But God who’d wanna be

God, who’d wanna be such an asshole?

(I fucked up the last line)