Here's to the state of Richard Nixon
For underneath his border, the devil draws no line
If you drag his muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find
And the factories of the forest have hid a thousand crimes
And the calendar's lying when it reads the present time
Woah, 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 of Richard Nixon
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments of hated are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
Oh, there's nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
Woah, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
Yes, and here's to the cops of Richard Nixon
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
And their bellies bounce inside them when they knock you to the floor
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private little wars
And behind their broken badges, there are murderers and more
Woah, here's to the land you torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the churches of Richard Nixon (and Billy Graham)
I think Billy Graham should be castrated.
Where the cross once made with silver now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust
How the fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust
And heaven only knows in which god they can trust
Woah, 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 of Richard Nixon
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the town
And they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the sounds
And the speeches of the Spiro are the ravings of a clown
Woah, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of