Kudos

I downloaded the PINK cd I'm Not Dead a few months ago when it first came out. I wanted the song "Stupid Girls" b/c I thought I loved the beat, the words...I just found it to be really true of what is going on in Pop Society today. I decided to buy the whole cd, I am not sure why.?? When Listening to it, I came across the song "Dear Mr. President" I haven't been able to listen to it after the first day of hearing it b/c it makes me cry too hard. I listened to it back to back to back about 10 times, just trying to soak up all the words. (Ask Seth...he hates the song...probably b/c of the constant repeat!)
Anyway, just thought I would share. If you ever want to, I strongly recommend downloading/buying the cd.

"Dear Mr. President"
Pink (feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you