Can't You Tell? (30 Days, 30 Songs)

That bastard making fun of me in front of all my peers
 Those people think I own this town, you're stripping all my gears
 Well guess what Mr. President, I'll be seeing you
 In four years
 Though on the campaign trail the papers paint me like a clown
 Still all I see are crowds who want to fit me for a crown
 I point out all my enemies just so my fans
 Bring them down
 Isn't anybody going to stop me?
 I don't want this job
 I don't want this job, my god
 Can't you tell
 I'm unwell
 You try to pin me down but you don't really try that hard
 I throw out any shit I want and no one trumps that card
 So dazzled and distracted by your fantasy
 Of Hildegard
 Isn't anybody going to stop me?
 I don't want this job
 I don't want this job, my god
 Can't you tell
 I'm unwell
 You ask about my plan but baby my plan is to win
 I wind up all the tops and watch the others keep the spin
 You handing me grenades is just compelling me
 To pull the pin
 Isn't anybody going to stop me?
 I don't want this job
 I can't do this job, my god
 Can't you tell
 I'm unwell