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

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"