Charles Bukowski is Dead

Gotta get out of these smoky clothes
Rid myself of this canon of filth
Drinkin’ at the mixer with mark and key
All my friends are there with me

Ashton plays guitar with a rock and roll band
Catelina works at the mtv
Sarah likes eggs and digs our sound
Andy lives free but he’s home for tea

Stayin’ at pete’s
With the reverend went
Bakers at the studio wait for me
Chords and s-x and dogs and kids
All don’t mean that much today

You’ll never touch the magic if you don’t reach out far enough
You’ll never touch the magic if you don’t reach out far enough
You’ll never touch the magic if you don’t reach out far enough