| We’ll be fighting in the streets
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| With our children at our feet
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| And the morals that they worshiped will be gone
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| And the men who spurred us on
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| Sit in judgment, they’re all wrong
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| They decide when the shotgun sings the song
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| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
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| Take a vow for the new revolution
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| Smile and grin at the change all around
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| Pick up my guitar and play just like yesterday
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| Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
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| We don’t get fooled again, fooled again, yeah
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| The change it had to come
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| We knew it all along
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| We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
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| And the world looks just the same
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| Well, history ain’t changed
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| 'Cause the banners, they are flown in from last war
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| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
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| Take a vow for the new revolution
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| Smile and grin at the change all around
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| Pick up my guitar and play just like yesterday
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| Then I’ll get on my knees and pray, yeah
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| We don’t get fooled again, no, don’t get fooled again
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| I could move myself and my family aside
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| If we happen to be left half alive
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| I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
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| Though I know that the hypnotized never lie, do you?
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| Meet the new boss, same as the old boss
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| 'Cause it’s a new revolution
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| And we don’t get fooled again
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| Don’t get fooled again |