Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find.
The fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time.
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.
-Phil Ochs
For underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find.
The fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time.
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.
-Phil Ochs
Skepticism is not a position; it is an approach to claims.
Science is not a subject, but a method.
Science is not a subject, but a method.
