They're guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
And here's to the laws of Mississippi
Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
They're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
Here's to the people of Mississippi
And here's to the government of Mississippi
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns
No they don't like taking prisoners in their private little war
While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
There's nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
All of rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown
They're hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard them say
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Yes, corruption can be classic in the Mississippi way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
Here's to the cops of Mississippi
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust
When the black man stands accused the trial is always short
And, here's to the judges of Mississippi
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes
Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay
The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time
The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust
And here's to the churches of Mississippi
Here's to the schools of Mississippi
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Heaven only knows in which God they can trust
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find
