A Little Uncanny - Conor Oberst

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

Can’t get something for nothing

Have to energize your base

But she was young enough

She was blonde enough

She was 'bout a perfect ten

Had millions of admirers but not a single friend

And it’s a, it’s a little uncanny what she managed to do

Become 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

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 get strong enough, I’ll be man enough

To keep myself in check

'Cause all my friends that flew to town

Said that’s what they expect

But it’s a, it’s a little uncanny

What they managed to do

Made me admit to things I knew were never true