Ugh. 'Dead' and Buried.

The latest album from pop diva Pink, titled “I’m Not Dead,” has few memorable tracks and will likely leave listeners wishing she were, in fact, dead.

The opening track and lead single, “Stupid Girls,” has found a comfortable spot on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and rose to the top downloaded song on iTunes. Essentially an attack on paparazzi bait Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson, the song seems phony. Unless a listener has selective amnesia, it’s hard to forget Pink’s only huge success was a club anthem called “Get This Party Started” that stupid girls still shake to on crazy Friday nights.

Her lyrics, “Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back/Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl,” seem to ignore that in 2001, she was flipping her hair back and pushing up her bra in the video for “Lady Marmalade.”

The rest of the album follows suit and Pink repeatedly contradicts herself during “I’m Not Dead.”

Her mawkish ballad “Nobody Knows” seems cheap and useless when followed by a track such as “Cuz I Can.” She flaunts her 23-inch black-on-black rims, fast car and diamond-encrusted T-shirts. It’s clear Pink doesn’t think money buys happiness, but it allows her to live a self-proclaimed life of sin and buy swimming pools large enough to hold a listener’s entire home. “Dear Mr. President” is a letter to George W. Bush written by Pink and the Indigo Girls. The song stands out like a sore thumb. Found among inoffensive pop songs and club beats, “Dear Mr. President” doesn’t feel like it belongs on the album. The acoustic-driven song packs a powerful punch, but stands to alienate Bush-backing listeners. She attacks nearly every facet of both Bush and his administration, bringing up the No Child Left Behind Act, gay rights and Bush’s history of drug and alcohol abuse. Midway through the album, listeners will find a bright spot with “Leave Me Alone (I’m Lonely).” The track echoes the sounds of less abrasive rockers Kelly Clarkson and Avril Lavigne.

Pink bites off more than she can chew with her overly sentimental and weepy ballad “Conversations With My 13 Year Old Self.” The intent to make a meaningful statement on adolescence is there, but the rather one-sided conversation falls short.

Pink prefaces the song “I Have Seen the Rain,” a so-called “hidden” track. Her father wrote the lyrics during the Vietnam War and he joins her on acoustic guitar and vocals. Despite good intentions, the entire thing seems out of place – much like “Dear Mr. President.”

Sure, political activism has frequently played a role in past pop music, but Pink presents it in all the wrong ways.

Ultimately, Pink fails at putting much thought into her songwriting and “I’m Not Dead” is another futile attempt by a ’90s pop star to squeeze every last penny from a dying genre.