showing up
and passing time
there I was
doing fine
there you were
the world grew
days were wide
and full of you
a pocket of time
tender and small
there we were
we had it all
a tiny tear
grew and grew
here I am
where are you?
by Richard W. Bray
Got a million ills to feed on
Need a bartender to bleed on
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta
Be the wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
I don’t deserve another chance, Stan
Couldn’t keep it in my pants, Man
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
Doctors say I got a sick head
Cuz I’m always such a dickhead
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
by Richard W. Bray
Y’all some
Wine-sippin,
God-hatin,
Tree-huggin,
Baby-killin
Tofu eaters
Hopeless heathen wife-cheaters
Yellow-bellied troop-defeaters
I can tell you who you are
Just by lookin at your car
And the clothes that you wear
And the way you cut your hair
Y’all some
Truck-drivin,
Gun-clingin,
Choir-singin,
Beer-guzzlin
Boo-boo raisers
Redneck mobile home appraisers
Happy when you’re meltin glaciers
I just look at you and shrug
It’s so easy to be smug
We can fuss and fight all day
While they send our jobs away
by Richard W. Bray
I like ’em rich and slightly gray
I thought she was the perfect prey
Just when I thought I had it made
I got punked and she got played
I didn’t know when to be afraid
I maxed her cards and sold her jade
But I couldn’t finish my charade
I got punked and she got played
She treated help like galley slaves
My work was like a small crusade
But when she caught me with the maid
I got punked and she got played
My best laid plans didn’t go so well
Now she’s in jail and I’m in hell
She sure knew how to work that blade
I got punked and she got played
by Richard W. Bray
I grew up in a country
Where an honest day’s toil
Could earn a man a castle
Where the working man was royal
He could send his kids to college
They could elevate their lot
Everybody pitched in
Everybody had a shot
Every day working people
Are struggling to get by
On a smaller and smaller
Piece of the pie
Cuz sleazy politicians
And heartless corporations
Sold out the workers
And mortgaged off our nation
Every road that you drive
Every building that you see
Was made by working people
Like you and me
We need to stop trying
To build nations overseas
And start investing
In you and me
Every day working people
Are struggling to get by
On a smaller and smaller
Piece of the pie
Cuz sleazy politicians
And heartless corporations
Sold out the workers
And mortgaged off our nation
by Richard W. Bray
I heard a politician
His tongue was made of gold
He whetted all my wishin
What a tale he told
But once he got elected
He didn’t change a thing
His words were all infected
But Lord that man could sing
A honey-drippin phrase
Just puts me in a daze
I’m blinded by my ears
Every time I hear
A phony-talking sneak
It always leaves me weak
A man came from the city
What a song he sung
He made me feel so pretty
He made me feel so young
Now my soul is scarred
From all the things he did
He maxed out all my cards
And left me with a kid
A honey-drippin phrase
Just puts me in a daze
I’m blinded by my ears
Every time I hear
A phony-talking sneak
It always leaves me weak
by Richard W. Bray
When I see two people happy
I start to scheme and plan
I’ve always got a hunger
For somebody else’s man
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
He’s charming and he’s handsome
He’s difficult to get
I‘ve had eleven like him
I’m collecting the whole set
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
He’s muscular and tall
And he drives a German car
My life is a movie
And I’m making him a star
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
I’ll have him, I’ll discard him
I’ll find another mate
Vittles look so tasty
When they’re on a different plate
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
by Richard W. Bray
A crying kid
A hungry hound
Investigators
Asking round
An angry spouse
(That crazy shrew)
And a horny
Girlfriend too
I don’t know what I did
To cause this storm
I need to find a place
That’s safe and warm
Creditors with
Just one goal:
Obliterate
My tortured soul
No savings for
A rainy day
Three or four
Ex-wives to pay
My troubles grow and grow
Against my will
Like a snowball
Rolling down a hill
by Richard W. Bray
You never like my cooking
You said my roast was dry
You wouldn’t eat my lasagna
You won’t touch my cherry pie
If you don’t munch on something
I’ll get another guy
I do everything you ask me to
What T F is wrong with you?
I’m loyal and I’m pretty too
What T F is wrong with you?
A bigger fool I never knew
What T F is wrong with you?
You never liked my family
You said my dad was dirt
You came to brunch on Sunday
But you didn’t bring your shirt
If my brothers ever see you
They’ll fill you up with hurt
I do everything you ask me to
What T F is wrong with you?
I’m loyal and I’m pretty too
What T F is wrong with you?
A bigger fool I never knew
What T F is wrong with you?
You never do the dishes
You never mop the floor
You think that I’m your maid
You think that I’m your whore
You said you need direction
So, buddy there’s the door
I do everything you ask me to
What T F is wrong with you?
I’m loyal and I’m pretty too
What T F is wrong with you?
A bigger fool I never knew
What T F is wrong with you?
by Richard W. Bray
You took me for a snack
Then I never called you back
But I thought about it
I didn’t replace your car
When I crashed into that bar
But I thought about it
And I never did the chores
That your father paid me for
But I thought about it
Didn’t feed your fishes for a week
When I climbed that mountain peak
But I thought about it
I didn’t apologize
For their premature demise
But I thought about it
I’m sorry that you’re gone
And I know that I was wrong
Cuz I thought about it
by Richard W. Bray
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