of Richard Nixon
For un derneath his borders
the dev il draws the line
If you drag his muddy rivers
nameless bod ies you will find
And the fat trees of the forest
have hid a thousand crimes
And the calendar 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
of Richard Nixon
Where they're teachin' 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
a for eign word as "fair"
Oh, here's to the land you've
torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another
coun try to be part of
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
Oh, here's to the land you've
torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon find yourself an
other country to be part of
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 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
of Richard Nixon
In the swamp of their bureaucracy
they're always boggin' down
And criminals are posing as ad
visors 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 your
self another country to be part of