Here's to the State
Of Richard Nixon
For underneath his borders
The devil draws no line
If you drag his muddy rivers
Nameless bodies you will find
And the fat trees of the forest
Have hid a thousand crimes
And the calender is lyin'
When it reads the present time
Oh, here's to the land
You've torn out
The heart of Richard Nixon
Find yourself another country
To be part of
And here's to the schools
Richard Nixon
Where they're teaching all the children
They don't have to care
All the rudiments of hatred
Are present everywhere
And every single classroom
Is a factory of despair
Oh, there's nobody learnin'
Such as foreign word as fair
Oh, here's to the land
You've torn out the heart
Of Richard Nixon
Find yourself another country
To be part of
And here's to the laws
Richard Nixon
Where the wars are fought in secret
Pearl Harbor every day
He punishes with income tax
That he don't have to pay
And he's tapping his own brother
Just to here what he would say
But corruption can be classic
In the Richard Nixon way
Oh, here's to the land
You've torn out the heart
Of Richard Nixon
Find yourself another country
To be part of
And here's to the churches
Richard Nixon and Billy Graham
Where the cross, once made of silver
Now is caked with rust
And the Sunday mornin'
Sermons pander to their lust
All the fallen face of Jesus
Is chokin' in the dust
And Heaven only knows
In which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the land
You've torn out the heart
Of Richard Nixon
Find yourself another country
To be part of
And here's to the government
Richard Nixon
In the swamp of their bureaucracy
They're always boggin' down
And criminals are posing
As advisers to the crown
And they hope that no one sees
The sights and no one hears the sound
And the speeches of the President
Are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land
You've torn out the heart
Of Richard Nixon
Find yourself another country
To be part of

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