Charles Bukowski - This then- lyrics

it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a co*k and here's a c*nt and here's trouble. only each time you think well now I've learned: I'll let her do that and I'll do this, I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some s** and only a minor love. now I'm waiting again and the years run thin. I have my radio and the kitchen walls are yellow. I keep dumping bottles and listening for footsteps. I hope that d**h contains less than this.