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 that you should see

A generation 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 against his elbow, knowing more than they'll ever know

Know about life, the life imitating art

Ah, you hear about life, life imitating art

Pills 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 lumber-jacket 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 against 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 yeah, that's 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're a thousand souls like me taking shelter in your coat

To hear about life, the life imitating art

Ah, to 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