Power Is Boring

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?
 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!
 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 existence
 I could think of on earth