| We’ll be fighting in the streets | 
| With our children at our feet | 
| And the morals that they worship will be gone | 
| And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong | 
| They decide and the shotgun sings the song | 
| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution | 
| Take a bow for the new revolution | 
| Smile and grin at the change all around | 
| Pick up my guitar and play | 
| Just like yesterday | 
| Then I’ll get on my knees and pray | 
| We don’t get fooled again | 
| The change, it had to come | 
| We knew it all along | 
| We were liberated from the fold, that’s all | 
| And the world looks just the same | 
| And history ain’t changed | 
| 'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war | 
| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution | 
| Take a bow for the new revolution | 
| Smile and grin at the change all around | 
| Pick up my guitar and play | 
| Just like yesterday | 
| Then I’ll get on my knees and pray | 
| We don’t get fooled again | 
| No, no! | 
| I’ll move myself and my family aside | 
| If we happen to be left half alive | 
| I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky | 
| Though I know that the hypnotized never lie | 
| Do ya? | 
| There’s nothing in the streets | 
| Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye | 
| And the parting on the left | 
| Are now parting on the right | 
| And the beards have all grown longer overnight | 
| I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution | 
| Take a bow for the new revolution | 
| Smile and grin at the change all around | 
| Pick up my guitar and play | 
| Just like yesterday | 
| Then I’ll get on my knees and pray | 
| We don’t get fooled again | 
| Don’t get fooled again | 
| No, no! | 
| Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! | 
| Meet the new boss | 
| Same as the old boss |