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
Sometimes life is gonna hurt
Attacking others makes it worse
It's gonna take a lot of work
But you don't have to be a jerk
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
A lot of bad things going on
That’s why we have to carry on
You don’t have to be so dour
Go outside and smell a flower
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
Don't wanna let your insides rust
Like your soul is full of pus
The thing you really need to know
Is how to let your anger go
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
by Richard W. Bray
living the heartache
in all those country songs
i broke a lot of rules
i did a lot of wrong
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
being this stupid
should hurt a lot more
lying don't work
the body keeps score
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
i turned love into dog shit
turned heaven into hell
left a mountain full of sunshine
at the bottom of a well
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
ran through a brick wall
crawled over broken glass
there ain't no redemption
for my sorry old ass
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
by Richard W. Bray
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