I spent a whole lot of years
In an imaginary race
Learning to ignore
What was in front of my face
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win
I lived a sprawling dream
I signed above the line
Took a spin around the world
With my head in my behind
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Like I never even saw
All the places I've been
Like a good little soldier
I had a happy little life
While every nephew and his uncle
Took a turn with my wife
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
I wonder if my son
Is my next of kin
Built myself a mansion
Then I tore it all down
When your whole life tumbles
It barely makes a sound
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win
by Richard W. Bray
You always talk so much trash
About everyone you know
Are you insecure?
Or are you just an asshole?
You always talk so much trash
It's getting really old
Did you have a bad day?
Or are you just an asshole?
You always talk so much trash
Such an active piehole
Are you trying to impress?
Or are you just an asshole?
You always talk so much trash
Like you think we don't know
What you say when we're not here
God, you're such an asshole!
by Richard W. Bray
Billy is as slippery
As a soggy salamander
His insides are abandoned
And his words are full of slander
Billy’s full of ridicule
For folks who ain’t around
When someone leaves the room
He can't wait put ‘em down
Ain’t got an ounce of honor
But he’s loaded with ambition
He's got the perfect skill set
To become a politician
Billy’s full of ridicule
For folks who ain’t around
When someone leaves the room
He can't wait to put ‘em down
With a smile as true as tinsel
He tells you what you wanna hear
He’ll saturate your ego
And pour another beer
Billy’s full of ridicule
For folks who ain’t around
When someone leaves the room
He can't wait to put ‘em down
Solitude is agony
And silence terrifies
He tries to fill the universe
With blasphemy and lies
Billy’s full of ridicule
For folks who ain’t around
When someone leaves the room
He can't wait to put ‘em down
By Richard W. Bray
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