Dear mister 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 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 mister president, were 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 you shells
Why do you pay the road to hell?
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
What kind of father might hate his own daughter if she was gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
you've come a long way from whisky and cocaine.
Co-cocaine dans l'jeans.