"Rachel Corrie went out last night and stopped a tractor with her head."

Rachel Corrie died for her sins!

They say that Rachel Corrie was a girl of youthful age,
with political impressions that filled her full of rage.
Born into America, she hated her own land,
She had everything a girl could want: beauty, brains, degrees.
But I have something else I see
And I curse the life she's wasted
and I curse stupidity,
and I wish that I could see,
oh, I wish that I could see,
a point on which we could agree:
Rachel Corrie.

The papers print her picture as a constant running gag,
Rachel Corrie at a peace march, Rachel Corrie burning flags.
And the rumor of her protests, and the stories that she's dead,
Oh, the ISM is happy, with the fallout from this thread.

But I have something else I see
And I curse the life she's wasted
and I curse stupidity,
and I wish that I could see,
oh, I wish that I could see,
a point on which we could agree:
Rachel Corrie.

She freely hated her land; she lived a vicious lie,
and the Arabs were so grateful that she never asked them, "why?"
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Rachel Corrie went out last night and stopped a tractor with her head."

But I have something else I see
And I curse the life she's wasted
and I curse stupidity,
and I wish that I could see,
oh, I wish that I could see,
a point on which we could agree:
Rachel Corrie.