We'll be marching in the streets With shit-kickers on our feet Men with no morals who'd crucify Jesus Are the men who spurn on us Sit in judgement of all that's wrong They decide as their shotgun sings the song Tip my hat to trump institution Take a bow for his new prostitution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get tooled again The change, it threatened to come We feared it all along We're now tossed out into the cold And the world looks just insane And history is forever changed Their banners to be flown in the next war I'll tip my hat to the new restitution Take a bow for the new destitution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get tooled again, no, no I'll place all I care about aside If somehow we're left half alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky Cause I know that those hypnotized never lie Or, would they? Yeaah! There's nothing in the streets That looks any different to me But the slogans have all been replaced And the parting on the left Is now parting on the right Them angry white guys grown stronger overnight I'll tip my hat to the new rendition Take a bow as a sign of contrition Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get tooled again Don't get tooled again, no no