i'm so mainstream!!!

but who would have thought, p!nk will ever do a song together with the indigo girls. and thank god i'm not afraid of clichees. i love the indigo girls. and i love p!nk - yummie =D and i love this song... somewhere deep inside of this coolcat called me must be hidden a girl...

anyway, i still wonder if linda perry participated on this song. because as far as i remember, the 4 non blondes also had a song called dear mr. president... what a funny coincedent...

but who cares.... and before iput down the lyrics i have to direct your attention to the linklist, where i put this extraordinary funny link "no more bush" watch it and have fun =D

me had roflmao

artist: p!nk feat. the indigo girls
song: dear mr. president
album: i'm not dead

na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
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?
how can you say „no child is left behind“
we’re not dumb and we’re not blind
they are 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 and tell me why

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 know nothin’ ’bout hard work

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
hmmmmm, would you?