Simplesmente brutal!!!

"Dear Mr. President"- Pink

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?

(E pronto, isto veio em seguimento de uma longa conversa sobre aceitação e medo de assumir a orientação sexual...lembrei-me desta moça, que tem dito as coisas assim, através da música, que tanto aprecio...E como podem reparar, o público vibra mesmo, nessa parte da música em especial...)

Todos têm o direito de viver sem um Mr. President a tornar as suas vidas infelizes...