A Little Uncanny

We started drinking the Kool-Aid We were taking the bait We were talking the big talk Never playing it safe Looking good as Jane Fonda On a Vietnam tank You can't get something for nothing Gotta energize your base But she was young enough She was blonde enough She was about a perfect ten Had millions of admirers but not one single friend But it's a, it's a little uncanny What she managed to do Became a symbol for a pain she never knew You know old Ronnie Reagan He was a shoe salesman's son He got himself in the movies Yeah, he impressed everyone He thought trial by fire Was America's fate He made a joke of the poor people And that made him a saint But he was tan enough, he was rich enough He was handsome like John Wayne And there was no one at the country club Who didn't feel the same But it's a, it's a little uncanny What he managed to do Got me to read those Russian authors through and through I miss Christopher Hitchens I miss Oliver Sacks I miss poor Robin Williams I miss Sylvia Plath Every morning's a desert Every night is a flood They say a party can kill you Well sometimes I wish it would But I'll be strong enough, I'll be man enough Oh I'll keep myself in check 'Cause all my friends who flew to town Said that's what they expect But it's a, it's a little uncanny What they managed to do Got me admittin' to things I knew were never true --- A Little Uncanny - Conor Oberst