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