Lyrics 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
(Gets
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)
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