Strangers sharing all their troubles
Actors living inside bubbles
Lucky, privileged, pampered babies
Make me foam like I got rabies
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I focus focus all my spite
On other people day and night
And I could torture all the swine
Who don’t decide when they’re in line
Chatting up the checkout gal
Like she’s their oldest living pal
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I push my anger far and wide
Cuz I don’t wanna look inside
I ruminate with all my might
On every slander, every slight
The lineup is a mile long
Of all the folks who done me wrong
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I try and try and try and try
To swallow hate until they die
by Richard W. Bray
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