streets where our children and our feet and
the morals that they worship will be gone
and the men who stir the song
set the judgment of all wrong
they decide and the shotgun sings the song
I tip my hat to new constitution,
kick up a cloud for the new revolution,
sun and green
change all around, pick up my guitar and play
just like yesterday,
then I get on my knees
and pray,
we don't get fooled again,
don't get fooled again,
change it had to come,
blew it all along,
never liberated from the golden song,
but the world
looks just the same and history ain't changed,
cause the banners they all flown in the last
war,
I tip my hat to new constitution,
take a bow for the new revolution,
sun and green
if you change all around,
pick up my guitar and play
just like yesterday,
then I get on
Move
myself and my family aside,
if we happen to be left half alive,
get on my papers and
smile,
Dr. Scott,
boy I know that the hypnotized never lie,
do ya?
Nothing in the street looks any different to me,
and the slogans are replaced by the by,
the party on the left
is now partying on the right,
and the picture books all under overnight,
I tip my hat to new constitution, take a
bow for the new revolution,
sun and green,
change all around,
pick up my guitar and play
just like yesterday,
then I get on my knees and pray,
we don't get fooled again,
don't get fooled again,
no, no, no, no, don't get fooled again.
Beat the new boss,
same as the old boss.