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 judgment of all wrong
They decide and a 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
I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
Get all my papers and smile at the sky
Tho' I know that the hypnotized never lie
There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced by the by
The parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss
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