Here's to the state of Mississippi, For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time. Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of, Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of! Here's to the people of Mississippi Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of Here's to the schools of Mississippi Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care All of 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 Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of Here's to the cops of Mississippi They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor No they don't like taking prisoners in their private little war Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of And, here's to the judges of Mississippi Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court They're guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report When the black man stands accused the trial is always short Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of And here's to the government of Mississippi In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns They're hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of And here's to the laws of Mississippi Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard them say Yes, corruption can be classic in the Mississippi way Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of And here's to the churches of Mississippi Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust Heaven only knows in which God they can trust Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com