Excuse me, Mr. President, have you heard the news? / Would you walk a mile in their flip flop shoes?
The Golden Rule has suffered in our nation as of late / We’re seeing so much love replaced by bigotry and hate / But now here comes a caravan that’s 7,000 wide / A chance to open up our hearts and let the world inside
Excuse me, Mr. President . . .
I hear that in Honduras, we bought up lots of land / deregulated coffee, made the military grand / And all across the region we’ve backed dictators and coups / Does it really sound like we are innocent to you?
Excuse me, Mr. President . . .
There’s versions of the Spirit that say we all are one / That say we’re all connected each of us under the sun / There’s versions of the Spirit that say we should not care / Let’s look out for each other and forget those over there
Excuse me, Mr. President . . .
With 15,000 weapons and 15,000 men / We’re making a mistake that we should never make again / We’ve got all the materials for gates and guns and walls / But do we have the courage to make brothers of us all?
Excuse me, Mr. President . . .
We’ve got no room for prejudice, we’ve got no room for hate / Let’s open all our hearts and minds before it is too late
Excuse me, Mr. President, have you heard the news? / Would you walk a mile in their flip flop shoes?
Claire Bates Music 