I'm not tryin' to rain on your parade
But you're not special, dude

 

 

Here's one that sums up how I feel about aforementioned overntitled-feeling soon to be political leaders

If I had a mind to
I wouldn't want to think like you
And if I had time to
I wouldn't want to talk to you

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

If I was high class
I wouldn't need a buck to pass
And if I was a fall guy
I wouldn't need no alibi...

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

 

One of my all time favorite tunes, derf. I love the Alan Parsons Project. I have every album, cassette or cd they've ever put out.

 

Sheepdog
standing in the rain
Bullfrog
doing it again
Some kind of happiness is
Measured out in miles
What makes you think you're
Something special when you smile

Childlike
no one understands
Jackknife
in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is
Measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
To listen to your fears
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely, you can talk to me

 

I'm called a cow
I'm not about
To blow it now
For all the cows

 

I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off
She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise, there she was sittin' in the corner
A little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes

So if you're down on your luck
And you can't harmonize
Find a girl with far away eyes

And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes

 

In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We've lost the rising sun, a final sign
As the misty morning rolls away to die
Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky

We sailed across the air before we learned to fly
We thought that it could never end
We'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, run
Now it seems our world has come undone

 

All the perfect people- Shallow and deceitful
Staring back at me on TV in magazines
Look so good like a box of fresh wrapped twinkies
What the hell happened to me?

So I took a drive to a rich and wealthy country
Saw everything I wanted and everything I need
Went right up and tried to join their party
You oughta seen the look when they saw me

F'd up eyes- Stupid grin
Perfect people won't let me in
Who's who list- Where's my name
They won't let me join their game

I bet you think that I'm insane
There's no one left for me to blame
Screw the perfect people
F...... they all look the same