The Lowest of the Low - Life Imitates Art

Hey sad and blue, what are you gonna do?
Blow yourself away or tie up your own
left shoe and walk out the door
Ready to roar, check your guns at the door
There's a man you should see
A "Genaration X" Bukowski who knows about life
The life imitating Art

Well I saw him today hanging out at the old Railway
Chasing ghosts and drinking armour,
a price he's always had to pay
And we all felt pretty stunned
watching him hitch out on Highway One
A guitar aganist his elbow,
knowing more then they'll ever know
Know about life, the life imitating Art
Ah, you hear about life, the life imitating Art
Pils and crowns and nervous-breakdowns
Why so few will "crawl with you"
I can't remember who first said this but,
"Ignorance is bliss!"

When I go on patrol, drinking Tequila Gold
Broken hearts and burning bridges, a lumberjacket for the cold
And a kiss from you hand in glove, do you feel like making love?
There's a blanket out in the garage, a ghetto-blaster full of stars
And I'm glad we've got nowhere to go
We can listen all night to the rain aganist my window
And think about life, the life imitating Art
And drink to the life, the life imitating Art
All you needed was a little defence
A Poly-gram of common sense
Vincent Van Gogh with a gun at his temple
Oh ya, that's what that meant
Ya, what that meant

The twisted punch-line says
they'll understand you when you're dead
You say that you're not angry, just "savagely disappointed"
And I just want you to know when you feel like letting go
There's a thousand soul like me taking shelter in your coat
To hear about life, the life imitating Art
Ah, you hear about life, the life imitating Art
Should be collecting royalties for the life,
You're part of the royalty of life, the life imitating Art