Текст песни Ochs Phil - heres to the state of richard nixon | guitar chord и Mp3
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HERE`S TO THE STATE OF RICHARD NIXONby Phil OchsThis song is a rewrite of his earlier song "Here`s to the State of Mississippi"submitted by Andrea Baroni (baroni_andrea@hotmail.com)Standard tuningIntro: C Am CC Am GHere`s to the state of Richard Nixon C BbFor underneath his borders the devil draws no line C BbIf you drag his muddy rivers nameless bodies you will find C BbAnd the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes C Am Em GAnd the calendar is lyin` when it reads the present time C Am F COh, here`s to the land you`ve torn out the heart ofC Am G CRichard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part ofAnd here`s to the schools Richard NixonWhere they`re teachin` all the children that they don`t have to careAll the rudiments of hatred are present everywhereAnd every single classroom is a factory of despairAnd there`s nobody learnin` such a foreign word as fairOh, here`s to the land you`ve torn out the heart ofRichard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part ofAnd here`s to the laws Richard NixonWhere the wars are fought in secret, Pearl Harbor everydayHe punishes with income tax that he don`t have to payAnd he`s tapping his own brother just to hear what he would sayBut corruption can be classic in the Richard Nixon wayOh, here`s to the land you`ve torn out the heart ofRichard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part ofAnd here`s to the churches Richard Nixon and Billy GrahamWhere the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rustAnd the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lustAll the fallen face of Jesus is chokin` in the dustAnd Heaven only knows in which God they can trustOh, here`s to the land you`ve torn out the heart ofRichard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part ofAnd here`s to the government Richard NixonIn the swamp of their bureaucracy their always boggin` downAnd criminals are posing as advisors to the crownAnd they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the soundAnd the speeches of the President are the ravings of a clownOh, here`s to the land you`ve torn out the heart ofRichard Nixon find yourself another country to be part of