Jello Biafra/J. Keithley)



Believe me, if I were dicator

You know what I'd do?!?!?

Come to think of it,

There's a problem there

For aspiring tyrants like me and you...



Ever wonder what it'd really be like

To be your own dicator

Might be its own kind of prison

Of total fear



Can't make love or go anywhere

Without bodyguards in your hair

Never know which trusted friend

Has plans to blow you away



3,000 pairs of shoes

No one to talk to

'Nuff guns to kill everyone you own

The masses act so loyal

Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice

I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi

Would you?



CHORUS

Power is boring

Power is boring

Power is boring



And ya know, I wonder how

The downtown crowd can stand themselves

Look sharp

Play to win

Through intimidation



That person at the next desk

Ain't your friend

He's your competitor

The only way to get promoted first

Is to get HIM first

Or else



Hi ho whadya know

They all got the same plan for you

Where do these people go

Between their daily meals of work

Too burnt and stressed

To even think of how to spend the money

No one to show it to

But people just like me-AGH!



CHORUS



Hot damn, we're the headliners at last

Gonna show this scene a thing or two

Play games and help our friends

NOw the phone rings all the time

It's all you fault

"You've been crowned king

Of what you used to warn us about"



Why play that game at all?

The ones who want the power THAT bad

Are missing something in their lives

Being scared of my friends

In ajunta, scene or business world

Is the most miserable existance

I could think of on earth

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