Here's to the State of George W Bush

I lived in the East Village back in the 60s, played blues harp in some of those tourist trap coffee houses over in the West Village. Music and Revolution was in the air. Notably singers like Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Pete Seeger and Phil Ochs were at the forefront of that music revolution. The other day as I was reading the lyrics of one of Phil's songs I notice how they still apply to whats happening in the world today. So Here's to the State of George W Bush with apology's to Phil Ochs and his song Here's to the State of Richard Nixon that follows this post.
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Here's to the State of George W Bush
For underneath his borders the devil draws no line
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 calender is lyin' when it reads the present time
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
George W Bush find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the schools George W Bush
Where they're teaching 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 as foreign word as fair
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
George W Bush find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the laws George W Bush
Where the wars are fought in secret, 9 11 every day
He punishes with income tax that he don't have to pay
And he's tapping his own brother just to here what he would say
But corruption can be classic in the George W Bush way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
George W Bush find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the churches George W Bush and Jerry Falwell
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
George W Bush find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the government George W Bush
In the swamp of their bureaucracy their always boggin' down
And criminals are posing as advisors 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
George W Bush find yourself another country to be part of