Tell me on a Friday
If it isn't working out
Give me two days
To cry my eyeballs out
I'll arise on Monday morning
With a pile of work to do
Before I can remember
There's no more me and you
The paradise where roses bloom
Is just another lonely room
Tell me on a Friday
When my day is done
And all my happy hopes
Can set with the sun
I'll have 48 hours
To completely fall apart
Then I'll pull myself together
And resuscitate my heart
The paradise where roses bloom
Is just another lonely room
by Richard W. Bray
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
Pouring poison in your ear
Loathing and fear
As he tries to make trouble
And sucks up your beer
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
The dehydrated cackle
Of a thirsty vampire
Who feeds on decay
And funeral pyres
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
As you flail in bloody folly
The demon disappears
To start endless quarrels
On through the years
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
by Richard W. Bray
Painting pictures
Of people in your head
Inventing words
You wish they really said
Pretending
The world exists for you
Pretending
The same old lies are new
Pretending
You don't do what you do
Tearing worlds apart
Trying to get whole
You take and take
And empty out your soul
Pretending
To pity what you hate
Pretending
That bitterness is fate
Pretending
That two plus two is eight
by Richard W. Bray
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says to wait your turn
As my insides start to churn
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says that she supposes
Send more jewelry and roses
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says you're really sweet
I might let you wash my feet
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says we might get together
Maybe someday, maybe never
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
by Richard W. Bray
Missing cash and broken hearts
Never-ending when it starts
Scams and phony resumes
You walk away but someone pays
Reputations killed for fun
Your words are like a loaded gun
Liars know they're lying
But they still believe their lies
Don't believe a word
Unless you see it with your eyes
So much destruction in your wake
How much money did you make?
Armies march and people die
Fill your pocket – don't care why
Diseases growing in your brain
Your legacy is one big stain
Liars know they're lying
But they still believe their lies
Don't believe a word
Unless you see it with your eyes
by Richard W. Bray
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