Oh the bed. Oooh the bed. Ahhh the bed. Oh the bed. Mmmm the bed. I love the bed. . You can lie in bed. You can lay in bed. You can die in bed. You can pray in bed.
Cavalier roses, but the thorns got in my soul. Chocolate box intention, but a bitter taste left me cold. Take a little something, a present clouds the past.
Ripped open by metal explosion. Caught in barbed wire. Fireball, bullet shock. Bayonet, electricity. Shrapnel, throbbing meat. . Electronic data processing.
Where is only things that they call love. Being only labeled for one time. Is it that you never fall in love?. Riding through a parish all your life. .
We starve, look at one another, short of breath. Walking proudly in our winter coats. Wearing smells from laboratories. Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy.
What they want for their lives. What they want for their lives. I crossed the sea in something. It's very light. . What they want for their lives. Did you glide in with great stride?.
Sodomy. Fellatio. Cunnilingus. Pederasty. . Father, why do these words sound so nasty?. . Masturbation can be fun. Join the holy orgy. Kama Sutra. Everyone!.
I wish every mother and father in this theater. Would go home tonight and make a speech to their teenagers. And say kids be free, no guilt. Be whoever you are, do whatever you want to do.
Love has got me in triangles. Love can't pass me by. Love has got me in triangles. Love can't pass me by. . Gold for Friday, work all day. Silver melts your Saturday.
Manchester, England, England across the Atlantic Sea. And I'm a genius, genius, I believe in God. And I believe that God believes in Claude. That's me, that's me Claude Hooper Bukowski.
I, I went off to the right. Without saying goodbye, goodbye. Where does it go from here?. Is it down to the lake I fear?. Ay, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ay, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
We starve, look at one another, short of breath. Walking proudly in our winter coats. Wearing smells from laboratories. Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy.
Why, oh why. Lemon firebrigade, why?. . Why, oh why. Lemon firebrigade, why?. . Why, oh why. Lemon firebrigade, why?. . Why, oh why. Lemon firebrigade, why?.
We starve, look at one another, short of breath. Walking proudly in our winter coats. Wearing smells from laboratories. Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy.
Bring on the kingsize charade, I can't seem. To be foreign to your ways, you're my little fab one. You're the only one that smiles. It hurts to fight with lies that bend my mind.
LBJ took the IRT. Down to 4th Street USA. When he got there. What did he see?. The youth of America on LSD. LBJ IRT. USA LSD. LSD LBJ. FBI CIA. FBI CIA.
Plan for your leisure. Through the long cool night. That sleeps into day. Gave you part of my paradise. But then you locked me up and flattened the key.
I got life, mother. I got laughs, sister. I got freedom, brother. . I got crazy ways, daughter. I got headaches and toothaches. And bad times too like you.
Seasons are changing. The evening's closing in. Buy a small house down. Where everything looks bright. And cleaned so right. I hope I can see you. You seem so far away.
I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe that now is the time. For all good men. To believe in love. I believe that now is the time.