You're popular and gorgeous,
You can't do anything wrong...

All I ever hear from you
Is to be a good girl through and through...

If you don't understand my silence,
You won't understand my words...

The blood pumps through your veins,
Raging past the once locked chains...

I lay upon my bed.
Eyes closed real tight...

Swallow up your words, darling.
You think anyone will care...

Dear President Bush,
How are you this fine day...

You have to keep quiet.
You can't say a word...

A pile of thousands of shoes.
Who knew what it could represent...

I refuse to give up my childhood dream,
My hope of a wonderful fantasy land...

Has anyone ever outright told you,
that you have a heart of stone...

Deep in the South Louisiana land,
Is a place that will always understand...