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.