They say that Rachel Corrie has been flattened to the ground
With Palestinian connections, she now looks like ground round.
Born into liberality, a Commie couples wayward child,
She had everything a nut could want: burka, back hair, scowl.
But I
I work for posterity
And I bless the life I'm living
And I bless prosperity
And I'm glad that I won't be,
Oh, I'm glad that I won't be,
Oh, I'm glad that I won't be
Flat like Rachel Corrie.
The papers print her picture almost everywhere she goes:
Rachel Corrie at the Intifada, Rachel Corrie makes a show.
And the nature of her politics and the jihad bug she's caught.
Oh, she surely must be happy with everything she's got.
But I
I work for posterity
And I bless the life I'm living
And I bless prosperity
And I'm glad that I won't be,
Oh, I'm glad that I won't be,
Oh, I'm glad that I won't be
Flat like Rachel Corrie.
She freely gave to terrorists, she had the Muzzie touch,
And they were grateful for her patronage and thanked her very much.
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
Rachel Corrie went to a protest last night
and a dozer squished her flat instead.
But I
I work for posterity
And I bless the life I'm living
And I bless prosperity
And I'm glad that I won't be,
Oh, I'm glad that I won't be,
Oh, I'm glad that I won't be
Flat like Rachel Corrie.