"Dear Mr. President"
(Pink featuring 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 pay 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
I am a almost full time MTF (male to female) non-op transsexual or something.... (all subject to change.)
Transgender Warning: Transgender stuff to follow!
Monday, June 19, 2006
"Dear Mr. President" (Pink featuring Indigo Girls)
I heard this song on the Tranny Wreck pod cast, and bought it on iTunes right away. It is powerful.
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I wish it were not so, but I don't believe the President wants to see the poor, the hungry, the homeless. He clings to the belief that they do not exist. He only allows people who agree with him to gain his ear. He has barricades built to keep protesters away from his appearances. He doesn't allow dissenters among his advisors, only yes men. He makes Nixon's paranioa seem like a chior boy's wet dream. I think he is not totally sane. The song is very appropriate. It tells a true story.
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