Charles Bukowski - Gamblers all lyrics

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside Remembering all the times you've felt that way, and You walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face In the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway Get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the Newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your Wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself Like millions of others you enter the arena once more You are on the freeway threading through traffic now Moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch The radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow Get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull Days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful And so disappointing because We are all so alike and so different You find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous Part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works His way into your brain and slides down along your bones and Out through your shoes It's been a tough fight worth fighting As we all drive along Betting on another day