Here's To The State Of Richard Nixon

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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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