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  1. Dishonest Man

From the recording Imposters Game

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Dishonest Man
by Jamie Oppenheimer (Featuring Juan Barbosa)

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When I was a kid I had Roy Rogers dreams and I trusted everybody I knew,
The good guys wore white and the bad guys wore black
It was the good old red, white, and blue,
But simplicity was my casualty when my idols stole my belief
Unreality imprisoned me and somehow the darkness took seed

Two times the tension that I’ve ever felt, stressed like I could never believe
Friends coming out of the woodwork wondering whatever happened to me
I’m slipping down the rabbit hole, a little bit more every week
I can’t even watch the news anymore, and I’ve lost my humanity.

Honesty, honestly, I don’t know what it means anymore
Infrequently, I can see the man I was long before
Used to be I could feel when a lie punched a hole in my soul
But currently, constantly, the man in the mirror is a whore

Lies on the telly, lies in the papers, the dirty little lies I believe,
Everybody’s selling scandal and fame like they’re red hot commodities
Talking heads to the walking dead, beamed off the Uranus feed
Stoking the fire, preaching to the choir, giving us all what we need

It’s truth or dare, but what do you care, as long as you get some tonight
Leaders and lowlifes, we all live with white lies
Then tell ourselves we fight the good fight
Sun-glassed eyes, poker-faced lies, bluffing all the way to the top
But when you’re nine-tenths dead, coughing in bed
Don’t you wish that you could make it all stop?

Honesty, honestly, I don’t know what it means anymore
Infrequently, I can see the man I was long before
Used to be I could feel when a lie punched a hole in my soul
But currently, constantly, the man in the mirror is a whore

I am a dishonest man
I don’t want to be a dishonest man
I don’t want to be a dishonest man

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