A Little Uncanny

You started drinking the Kool-Aid We were taking the bait We were talking 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 about 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