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

We send our men off every day,
Joining a war like it's a game to play...

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

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

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

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

The wind under my wings.
Sweeping me higher in the sky...

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

Mean, heartless, and cold.
That describes me, I'm told...

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

I try to fit in with the others.
I really, honestly do...

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