Murdering Bukowski Lyrics

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Day, time off along the streets

No familiar face looks like

Edvard Munch, crossing the bridge

Nighttime, up, Bukowski next door, screaming, cussing all night

Stupid fucking classical music from a cheap old Bluetooth speaker

Day, time off along the streets, no familiar face looks like

Edvard Munch crossing the bridge

Nighttime, up, Bukowski next door, screaming, cussing all night

Stupid fucking classical music from a cheap old Bluetooth speaker

Church bells ringing every fucking quarter hour

Horns angry all the time, never learning to drive right

Screams and cries of cat fights and babies neglected, time off to walk the streets

Nighttime, screaming at Bukowski

Screaming at Bukowski

Screaming at Bukowski

Shot my .22 through the wall

Russian roulette with a ghost

Half hour later, he started cussing again

I'll hit that motherfucker someday

Gonna hit that motherfucker someday

Screaming at Bukowski

Gonna hit that motherfucker someday

Church bells ringing every fucking quarter hour

Horns angry all the time, never learning to drive right

Never learning to drive right

Screams and cries of cat fights and babies neglected their time off to walk the streets

Nighttime, screaming at Bukowski

Nighttime, screaming at Bukowski

Shot my .22 through the wall, rushing through that with a ghost

Half hour later, he started cussing again

Half hour later, he started cussing again

I'll hit that motherfucker someday

Screaming at Bukowski

Screaming at Bukowski

Screaming at Bukowski

Good luck

Daytime off to walk the streets

There's no familiar faces around

It's just everybody looks like Edvard Munch crossing that bridge

And nighttime's up

Bukowski's next door screaming

He's cussing all night

Driving me fucking insane, fucking classical music

Classical music from that cheap old Bluetooth speaker

Church bells ringing every fucking quarter hour

Horns angry all the time, never learning to drive right

They can't ever learn to drive right