We'll be fighting in the streets
with our children at our feet.
And the moral that they worship will be gone
and the man 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
take up my guitar and play
just like yesterday
and I'll get on my knees and pray.
We don't get fooled again oh no
I'll move myself and my fam'ly aside
if we happen to be left half alive.
I'll get all my papers and smile
at the sky thought I know that the hypnotized never lie.
There's nothing in the streets
looks any different to me.
and the slogans are defaced by the by.
And the parting of the left is no a parting of the right.
And the beards have always grown longer over night.
I'll tip my hat...
Won't get fooled again.
Won't get fooled again.
