Lying Bastard
Reagan Boggs
GENRE
Don’t try to change faces
To get in my good graces
I see you for what you are
A foolish dreamer
That’s your big appeal
But you can’t tell the dream from what is real
I’m always “guarded”
A little cold-hearted
But I had so much faith in you
Lies thrown on the table
You beg to retract
But once you spit them out
You can’t bite them back
So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentеnce for one so skilled in thе art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
Go from blind rage to an aching pain
Replay those words again again
A filthy taste that’s left by the truth
But I can see so clearly
I could stare a hole right through you
So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
To get in my good graces
I see you for what you are
A foolish dreamer
That’s your big appeal
But you can’t tell the dream from what is real
I’m always “guarded”
A little cold-hearted
But I had so much faith in you
Lies thrown on the table
You beg to retract
But once you spit them out
You can’t bite them back
So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentеnce for one so skilled in thе art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
Go from blind rage to an aching pain
Replay those words again again
A filthy taste that’s left by the truth
But I can see so clearly
I could stare a hole right through you
So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
So I ask, would the defendant stand
You’re guilty
You’re a lying bastard and not a man
I see no remorse there’s no second thoughts
Just polite sadness only because you were caught
A sentence for one so skilled in the art
Is that your life becomes as
Empty as your heart
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