Here's To The State Of Richard Nixon (Live)

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Here's to the state of Richard Nixon. Where underneath his borders The Devil draws no lines. 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 calendar is lying When it reads the present time. (Chorus) 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 of Richard Nixon. Where they're teaching all the children That they don't have to care, All the rudiments of hatred Are present everywhere, And every single classroom Is a factory of despair. There's nobody learning Such a foreign word as "fair." (Chorus) And here's to the laws of 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 hear what he would say. But corruption can be classic In the Richard Nixon way. (Chorus) And here's to the churches of Richard Nixon (and Billy Graham). Where the cross once made of silver Now is caked with rust, And the Sunday morning sermons Pander to their lust, And the fallen face of Jesus Is choking in the dust, And Heaven only knows In which God they can trust. (Chorus) 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 advisors to the crown, And they hope that no one sees the sights And no one hears the sounds, And the speeches of the president Are the ravings of a clown. (Chorus)