Bukowski:

Sell it by my life, in heat, a desert sun, never felt one but I’m
Lost down avenues, streets, see blinding lights
But I want to know what the silhouettes mean
To strangers like us, to a stranger like me, clichés are free
That myth was a lie
About nothing, sing Suzanne to me
Release a Leonard Cohen sigh, cause I want release from the things in my life
If Shiva would just stop messing with me, Tarot Cards brought from Italy
I knew right away this was not ordinary
Hum from radio waves bounce off satellites, this sweat and blood
This air tonight, speaks louder than words,
The very stillness would make for a beautiful sight
Caught a brief reflection, dizzy, spinning,
Someone was drowning in those eyes

She robbed my light, when my drink got spiked
Come summertime, yeah she’ll be alive

I got the taste of it, tastes like blood mixed with spit,
Sell it by my life, nothing’s sacred anyway, switch
Well it’s a bit late, to be looking for a change at this time of night
All the pyramid schemes, all dreams, knowledge and truths, meaningless
Lost in starlight,
The anxious and sanctimonious, so uptight, maybe they create envy culture
Cause they can’t love life,

She robbed my light, when my drink got spiked
Come summertime, yeah she’ll be alive

I’ll be an insomniac, sunburnt now, so I love these cool nights
Life in the days, perpetual haze, a little gratitude, in sight
And it finally comes your way,
Transmission of thought or love, communication, sex is a handshake
Holding hands is a commitment
All the abstract paintings I was spitting, I can only hope were like Pollock mind splatterings
Spent a lot of time sinning
Whatever that means, to the phony holy, whatever keeps me grinning
And my family, all my friends, love and respect, is what I meant to send
And in my beginning is my end (Sell it by my life)

She robbed my light, when my drink got spiked
Come summertime, yeah she’ll be alive
But she lives a lie
Don’t quite know what to tell you, I’m white but I have to agree
I don’t quite put much trust in that paint job

She lives a lie