| Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me |
| (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 whil the rest of us cry? |
| How do you dream whn 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? |
| (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 (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? |
| Thank you |
| One more? Can I do one more? Thank you |