Doggone Day

People been burning their books in the street. The thing about history is it repeats

The proletariat still cater to the bourgeois. Smoke and mirrors keep you where you belong

I was told there would be a revolution before too long

But another doggone day is gone. Is there nothing to be done

I'll keep fighting, but the war's already won

You must obey, for we are here to keep the peace. We pollute the soil, blood and oil, thought police

Don't question your government, make a politician god. No democracy, just a facade

I still hope there will be a revolution before too long

But another doggone day is gone And nothing has been done

I'll keep fighting, but the war's already won