Bukowski

Got my back against the wall
You know I’ve been here time and time again
Motherfucker talks like he’s ten feet tall
Says he’s gonna blow my mind again
But on the dark streets of the city
I’ve been drunk on holy all alone
I said I like Bukowski, but
I’d never take him home
Maybe it’s time to go
My conscience told me so
And I don’t want to stand out here and talk to you
Ain’t got no other plans
You ain’t my kind of man
I like to run away from my mistakes before I make 'em
Ooo
There’s a bluebird in your heart
You never do the things it tells you to
You say it’s tearing you apart
My love could be the only
cure for what’s ailing you
But on the dark streets of the city
I’ve been drunk on holy all alone
I said I like Bukowski, but
I’d never take him home
Maybe it’s time to go
My conscience told me so
And I don’t want to stand out here and talk to you
Ain’t got no other plans
You ain’t my kind of man
I like to run away from my mistakes before I make 'em
Ooo
I like to run away from my mistakes before I make 'em
On the dark streets of the city
On the dark streets of the city
On the dark streets of the city
I’ll never take you home
Maybe it’s time to go
My conscience told me so
And I don’t want to stand out here and talk to you
Ain’t got no other plans
You ain’t my kind of man
I like to run away from my mistakes before I make 'em
Maybe it’s time to go
My conscience told me so
And I don’t want to stand out here and talk to you
So let me make it simple
Ain’t got no other plans
You ain’t my kind of man
I like to run away from my mistakes before I make 'em