I'll put myself on the block. I know I need some tips on getting my country lyrics better. Here's a new lyric. No MP3 link, I'm a lyricist only.

ALL THE RAGE
copyright 2009 Z. Mulls


(v1)

Afternoons on the playground telling the meek
They'd never inherit the earth
Took it all out on little Bobby
Told him what we thought he was worth

Bobby ran home and cried to his mama
We high-fived and laughed at the drama

Why'd I do things like that?

(chorus)

It was ALL THE RAGE
It was my Daddy's belt, a taste of hell
ALL THE RAGE
Long-neck bottles, and long-fought battles
It was hearing I don't matter from the time I was small
It was never getting any kind of chance at all
It was not being able to turn the page
It was ALL THE RAGE

(v2)

Evenings knocking over convenience stores
And breaking into cars
Driving with a pocket of loaded steel
Looking for empty bars

Don't knock over bars when you find them
Cause you'll only end up behind them

Why'd I do things like that?

(repeat Chorus - It was ALL THE RAGE, etc.)

(v3)

Ten to twenty I do my time
But who's that coming my way?
Little Bobby grown up and here in jail
And I got too much too say

I start to shake as I say to him
Bless me Father for I have sinned

Why'd I do things like that?


(repeat Chorus - It was ALL THE RAGE, etc.)

ZMULLS.COM
My Soundclick

2007 Grand Prize Winner International Songwriting Competition

Avatar Photo by Diana (used with permission)