Following a proven time line the social upheaval starts The fools Slogan has become an anthem I watch ascend the charts The powers that be let take hold a movement which they abhor "They can have this revolution as long as they remember who gets to win the war" I'm ready for some hard times The boredom's beginning to show We can't possibly lose this one The answer already known They give them civil rights to appear on the left We stay stuck in the maternal gaze suckling the demons breast But when the stomping of the jack boots starts, all we be crushed under foot Master horned head turns to see what's on the bottom of his hoof [Chorus] Marching around the square they are all dead on their feet Watch the dance as they dance such a pretty dance their legs are worn down to the knees The revolution has gone the way of so many before Circular Nature of Social Evolution: They will never win the war [Chorus]
