Year of the Dog - Fucked Up

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

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