Believe me, if I were dictator
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 dictator?
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
Enough guns to kill everyone you own
The m***es act so loyal
Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice
I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Qaddafi
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 compe***or
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

Power is boring
Power is boring
Power is boring

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 your 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 a junta, scene or business world
Is the most miserable existence
I could think of on earth