[Ladies and gentlemen, we take a pride in presenting a thoughtful address by Ronald Reagan]      Oh, Lord, I see a light   I hear broad gates throwing back their bolts   Feel arms of welcome open wide   Oh, Lord, the light is so bright   And I don't know what it means   I don't know what it means      It means rows of shiny fighter jets   And shelves for Nancy's china sets   BODs and candy jars and war (bloody war)   And so much more      Oh, Lord, you are too good to me   Your hands are warm and your grip is firm   Your light is so bright that I can't see   Oh, Lord, is this the promised land?   I pray that you will lead the way    And hold on tightly to my hand      Believe me, son, I'll hold you tight   And guide you through the blinding light   To the death of all the union shops   And a noose for Mikhail Gorbachev   Our streets our free of pesky beggars   You'll dine with Marcos and Noriega   Your slickest schemes and your darkest dreams are coming true   You're gonna get what you deserve      Oh, Lord, the light's so bright   I don't mean to criticize    But it's really starting to hurt my eyes   Oh, Lord, your grip is just a little too tight   If you could loosen it just a touch   You don't have to be so rough      "Rough," you say? You've made my day   Wait'll you see what's on the way   Welfare cuts and Contra funding   Gonna learn you, boy, about pain and suffering      Oh no, what's happening?   No, no, it's all a bad dream   My God, what have I done?   Something has gone wrong      Yes, yes, it's all as planned   Ron my boy you are now a man   You'll learn and burn anew each day   To the deepest rungs away   And Heaven's grace may trickle down someday      Oh, Lord, how could I have been so wrong?   My father weren't you with me all along?   Oh, Lord, I want to go back   Purge memory kill history   Dream unilateral attack      Hush, my son, you have done me so proud   Smiling simpering sold my bag   Across your nation raised my flag   My son, now off to bed with you   I'll wake you when the others have arrived   It won't be long now    They will follow you      They will follow you   Hello, John Paul, it's been too long   It's really great that you�ve come along      They will follow you   Mr. Falwell, what a surprise   Settle in and dry your eyes      They will follow you   Maggie, Henry, Mommy dear   Welcome home, there's room for many more      ["I would rather see my little girls die now, still believing in God, than have them grow up under communism and one day die, no longer believing in God."]