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Stellen wir uns die berühmtesten der us-amerikanischen Popsternchen als Girlgroup vor, dann ist Pink die Rolle der flippigen Punkröhre sicher. Sie vertritt in Interviews eine sich von der Gruppenmehrheit unterscheidende Meinung und spricht so jene Hörerinnen an, die sich auch in ihrer Schulklasse etwas am Rand aufhalten und die, die sich selbst etwas anarchistisch träumen, das jedoch nicht zu leben wagen. Pink ist sich ihrer pädagogisch wertvollen Aufgabe bewusst, den einen zu zeigen, dass es sich lohnt, im Team zu arbeiten und den anderen, dass sie mutig zu ihren Bedürfnissen stehen dürfen. Und Pink wagt es, sich (vorsichtig) politisch zu positionieren. Das machen zwar alle, wissen wir, allerdings ist es zurzeit unglaublich unpopulär, als politisch bezeichnet zu werden. Vor nichts haben beispielsweise Linkin Park mehr Angst als vor einem „politischen“ Image, die Mehrheit der amerikanischen Rapper, die uns erreichen (auch die Mehrheit derer aus Berlin) gibt sich unpolitisch bzw. politisch desinteressiert und das Castingsternchen Max Buskohl zeigt in seiner Reality-Show bei Gesprächen mit seinem Vater, dass er regelrecht Panik vor der Vorstellung hat, mit irgendwas Politischem in Berührung zu kommen, selbst wenn er vor Soldaten im Kosovo irgendetwas von Rebellion trällert.

so what!!

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na

I guess i just lost my husband
I don't know where he went
So i'm gonna drink my money
I'm not gonna pay his rent (Nope)
I got a brand new attitude
And i'm gonna wear it tonight
I wanna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight

So so what?
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don't need you
And guess what
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright, I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So so what?
I am a rockstar
I got my rock moves
And i don't want you tonight

Uh, check my flow, uh

The waiter just checked my table
And gave to Jessica Simp- Shit!
I guess i'll go sit with Tom boy
At least he'll know how to hit
What if this song's on the radio
Then somebody's gonna die
I'm gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
He's gonna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
We're all gonna get in a fight!

So so what?
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don't need you
And guess what
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright, I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don't want you tonight

You weren't fair
You never were
You weren't all
But thats not fair
I gave you life
I gave my all
You weren't there
You let me fall

So so what?
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don't need you
And guess what
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done (we're done)
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright(I'm alright),I'm just fine (I'm just fine)
And you're a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don't want you tonight

No No, No No
I Don't want you tonight
You weren't fair
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright, I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don't want you tonight

Na na na na na na na na
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 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 eyes,
and tell me why?

Na na na na na na na na
Dear Mr. President,
were 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 daughters 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 houses 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!!!

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...
Mmmm, would you?

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