And here's to the churches of RICHARD NIXON and BILLY GRAHAM
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
richard nixon find yourself another country to be part
                                  from Phil Ochs