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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 |
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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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Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! |
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There's nothing in the streets |
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Looks any different to me |
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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 |
