| 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 worship will be gone
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| And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong
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| They decide and the shotgun sings the song
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| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
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| Take a bow 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
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| 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
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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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| And history ain’t changed
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| 'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
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| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
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| Take a bow 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
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| 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
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| No, no!
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| I’ll 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
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| Do ya?
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| There’s nothing in the streets
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| Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
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| And the parting on the left
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| Are now parting on the right
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| And the beards have all grown longer overnight
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| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
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| Take a bow 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
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| 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
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| Don’t get fooled again
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| No, no!
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| Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
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| Meet the new boss
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| Same as the old boss |