Double-cross a lover
While she's sleeping upstairs
Betray your best friend
And never give a care
You could eat a flea for breakfast
Put a saddle on an ant
Ride it like a pony
To the centipede dance
The lies you tell yourself
The lies you tell the world
The never-ending lies
That pushed away your girl
You could hide inside a thimble
Crawl under a door
Get lost for an hour
In a crack in the floor
Leave a trail of destruction,
Misery and loss
Turn and walk away
Let others pay the cost
You could build yourself a castle
With toenails and sand
And declare yourself king
Of Tiny Little Land
by Richard W. Bray
You've had enough and now you're through
With everyone you ever knew
Who didn't do what you want them to
Holding on to hate so tight
You're righteous and you're always right
Making lists of friends and foes
For every thought they ever chose
Paranoia grows and grows
Pumped and puffed with so much pride
Everyone must take your side
Every grievance needs a name
Where you can cast a heap of blame
Hiding from your inner shame
Your tender heart is hurt and scarred
Envy grows and dreams die hard
by Richard W. Bray
did you hear about the crazy thing
that Crazy Alice did?
been talking about Alice
since you were all kids
day after day, over and over
the same old conversation, over and over
nothing ever changes and you keep getting older
dry and dreary words
like cobwebs in your throat
stupid as a maggot
stubborn as a goat
day after day, over and over
the same old conversation, over and over
nothing ever changes, and you keep getting older
grab another name
and pass it all around
your whole wide world
is a dusty little town
day after day, over and over
the same old conversation, over and over
nothing ever changes, and you keep getting older
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
Love angry
Love selfish
Love empty
Love cruel
Love like a miser
Love like a fool
Love stupid
Love needy
Love lying
Love loud
Love like a loser
Always too proud
Love hopeless
Love hurtful
Love hungry
Love vain
Love like a bully
Pass along pain
by Richard W. Bray
Public Relations
Give yourself a prize
Dancing like scarecrow
Who believes its own lies
Public Relations
The opposite of health
You’re not into truth
You’re into yourself
Public Relations
The perfect façade
A rumor of existence
A mountain of sod
Public Relations
Who would suspect?
You gotta be real
If you wanna connect
by Richard W. Bray
a man-hating woman
and a woman-hating man
raised a couple kids
in a pool of quicksand
daughter got away
and overcome the sad
angry little mama's boy
blames everything on dad
a man-hating woman
and a woman-hating man
smells and yells and warning bells
forty years of rage
and they never even knew
they built their own cage
by Richard W. Bray
Hypocrisy
There’s nothing true
In things that people
Say and do…
wasting all your time
until you’re dead
living other people’s lives
inside your head
you might try
and live your own
instead
What a clown
That stupid guy
His perfect life
Is such a lie…
wasting all your time
until you’re dead
living other people’s lives
inside your head
you might try
and live your own
instead
by Richard W. Bray
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
Someday, I’ll pay
For each one of my sins
Catting and carousing
Till daylight
St. Peter’s gonna
Curse my silly grin
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m sorry for
The selfish things I done
I left a trail of heartache
And hurting
I gotta say
I had a lotta fun
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m about to bust
My weary frame
It’s too late for any excuses
I spent a lifetime
Shifting all the blame
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I feel bad
For all them things I said
I’ve always been
A real late bloomer
I’m gonna change
Right after I am dead
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