Fenway - Griffin House

Took a walk down to Fenway

Had a ticket for a Red Sox game

I was reamin' from a feelin' I was dealin' with an

I know I got no one but myself to blame

But I keep thinking I can manage my change

Not a pretty pair of eyes

To see the world through

Not a pretty pair of eyes I’ve got

Not a pretty pair of hands and a head to match

I was fakin' what I’m takin' now I’m breakin'

In the cheap seats waitin' for an outfield catch

But I keep thinking I’m never gonna change

It’s a mile and a half from the heart to the brain

If I lost my head I can’t explain

Not a pretty pair of eyes

To see the world through

I’m a Charles Bukowski

A freak of nature for the world to see

I was burnin' now I’m learnin' and I’m turnin'

Into someone I said I never meant to be

The weight of the world hanging over my head

Living like this I’d be better of dead

If I keep thinking I can manage my change

Not a pretty pair eyes

To see the world through x4

Not making any headway

Ain’t got nothing good to say

I was tryin' now I’m dyin' from the lyin'

And it’s almost midnight on Monday