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 the shotgun sings the song. I'll tip my hat to the new constitution. Take a bow for the new revolution. Smile and grin to the changes 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 all flown in the last war. I'll tip my hat to the new constitution. Take a bow for the new revolution. Smile and grin at the changes 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. For I know that the hypnotized never lie. Do ya. Yeah. 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. Is now the 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 to the changes 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. Yeah. Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss