This Land Is Not Your Land

This land is our land, this land is not your land

Fought for in bastogne and the solomon islands

Fought for at shiloh and in buses to birmingham

This land needs you now to secede

You went from slavery to jim crow segregation

From john birch lunacy to the aryan nations

Now it’s your tea party, the new infestation

Oh, this land needs you now to secede

You could have yourself a real theocracy

Purged of pagans and foreign philosophy

Cleansed of elites and meritocracy

Stripped of unions and socialist bureaucracy

You could teach creationism in your new confederacy

Explain the civil war as a fight for the rights of states

Hang the ten commandments on every courthouse door

And have bible law to adjudicate your fates

You’ll have a land that will not be made for me

Unlike this land that now needs you to secede

We’ll hang on to baseball, and you can have monopoly

We’ll go with science, and you’ll have your scriptures

We’ll run on light, right and common decency

And you’ll have your myths and superstitious strictures

We’ll take the constitution, and you’ll go with God

Stuffing him in a place where enlightenment don’t shine

Called upon to execute his intelligent design

You’ll love your land the way you never loved mine

For this land was not made for you and me

And this land needs you now to secede

In the land of a thousand private prisons and a million health insurance plans

You’ll be free of regulations and environmental bans

You’ll drill and dig up what you want and turn your rivers into swamps

And no nanny state progressos will stop you building dams

So secede now, please now, do it today!

Save yourself from babylon before you too turn gay

You won’t realize God’s promise in this land if you stay

And we can’t wait for the rapture to take you away

And with your genetic pool, oh how you will thrive!

You’ll be a sight to behold in but a few generations

A knuckle-dragging, bible-drooling, home-schooling tribe

In a truncated, dissipated, romper room nation

Assault-rifling woods reduced to rats, stumps and clutter

You’ll be living on the gospel and imported peanut butter

And in the brave new world you’ll have at your feet

You can even stick a cross on the flag, so come on, take the leap!

Get out of our union now and make your very own state

We need you to take a bow for america to be great

This land was not made for you, it’s not what you need

And this land needs you now to secede