The Bender Song (Church of Bukowski) Lyrics

My own mother think I'm lazy, she says I'm no good

She tells all the girls I'm crazy and I guess she should

Spent my rent on whiskey and wine, escorted out the bar

Woke up on my kitchen tiles, my head an act of war

It's a heavy load when all of your troubles align

I suppose if it's anybody's fault, it's mine

c'est la vie

My dear sister worries too much, I fear she's going grey

My big bender, church of Bukowski, I pray every day

So when this life laughs in your face

Take a bow, rid yourself of grace

It's a heavy load when all of your troubles align

I suppose if it's anybody's fault, it's mine

c'est la vie