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?
Dian said: I feel that the hole in my soul is getting bigger and deeper. Gara-gara baca dan berkali-kali nyanyiin lagunya Pink, Dear Mr. President. This song is dedicated to Mr. Bush, the president of the United States of America. I’m sure, he’s proud of himself of being like his father. But to start the war, to kill that much people, to cause hundreds of orphans, i hope he will no longer hold his head up high.
Hhhh… jadi mikir lagi nih, kalo ada yang nyalonin jadi presiden nanti, aku harus menyiapkan sebuah lagu dulu untuk diriku sendiri, sebelum orang lain menciptakannya untukku.
waduh, ga tahu aku lagu itu bro 🙁
“..And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?..” mmm every father does deh kayanya…
if i were a father, i woudn’t hate my daughter for whatever she is. it’s my blood flowing there.
i wish i have one like you. but u know what.. we can’t choose our family
mau komen soal bush…mungkin gara2 dia Republik udah kalah sebelum bertanding, dan kliatannya siapapun antara Obama dan Hillary yang maju, bakalan jadi.
i vote for Obama….