Hey sad and blue, what are you gonna do? Blow yourself away or tie up your own left shoe and walk out the door Ready to roar, check your guns at the door There's a man you should see A "Genaration X" Bukowski who knows about life The life imitating Art
Well I saw him today hanging out at the old Railway Chasing ghosts and drinking armour, a price he's always had to pay And we all felt pretty stunned watching him hitch out on Highway One A guitar aganist his elbow, knowing more then they'll ever know Know about life, the life imitating Art Ah, you hear about life, the life imitating Art Pils and crowns and nervous-breakdowns Why so few will "crawl with you" I can't remember who first said this but, "Ignorance is bliss!"
When I go on patrol, drinking Tequila Gold Broken hearts and burning bridges, a lumberjacket for the cold And a kiss from you hand in glove, do you feel like making love? There's a blanket out in the garage, a ghetto-blaster full of stars And I'm glad we've got nowhere to go We can listen all night to the rain aganist my window And think about life, the life imitating Art And drink to the life, the life imitating Art All you needed was a little defence A Poly-gram of common sense Vincent Van Gogh with a gun at his temple Oh ya, that's what that meant Ya, what that meant
The twisted punch-line says they'll understand you when you're dead You say that you're not angry, just "savagely disappointed" And I just want you to know when you feel like letting go There's a thousand soul like me taking shelter in your coat To hear about life, the life imitating Art Ah, you hear about life, the life imitating Art Should be collecting royalties for the life, You're part of the royalty of life, the life imitating ArtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
