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A Little Uncanny
by Conor Oberst
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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
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
