Here We Go Again

I once knew a pony

Whose name was Survival

He died in the winter of a happy revolution

There were militant marches

Over his dead body

Children were crying and begging for mercy

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

She's turning and turning, our American Sister

Hands full of arrows and paperback bibles

Like a boxing hero

She stands in the ashes

The voice of Martin Luther

Through the radio flashes

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

Oh here we go again

Black snow in the fields again

But tell me where is the friendship train?

It's been a long time coming

I once knew a pony

Name was religion

Head full of hatred and misguided morals

He was blinded from reading

Worn out and bleeding

But he'll never give in, no

Till the day he stops breathing

Devil in the kitchen and the clock strikes nine

His words are spoken in a voice sublime

Apocalypse then and misery now

Nothing you do is going to work anyhow boy

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

I once knew a pony

Whose name was Survival

He died in the winter of a happy revolution

There were militant marches

Over his dead body

Children were crying and begging for mercy

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

She's turning and turning, our American Sister

Hands full of arrows and paperback bibles

Like a boxing hero

She stands in the ashes

The voice of Martin Luther

Through the radio flashes

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

Oh here we go again

Black snow in the fields again

But tell me where is the friendship train?

It's been a long time coming

I once knew a pony

Name was religion

Head full of hatred and misguided morals

He was blinded from reading

Worn out and bleeding

But he'll never give in, no

Till the day he stops breathing

Devil in the kitchen and the clock strikes nine

His words are spoken in a voice sublime

Apocalypse then and misery now

Nothing you do is going to work anyhow boy

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

I once knew a pony

Whose name was Survival

He died in the winter of a happy revolution

There were militant marches

Over his dead body

Children were crying and begging for mercy

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

She's turning and turning, our American Sister

Hands full of arrows and paperback bibles

Like a boxing hero

She stands in the ashes

The voice of Martin Luther

Through the radio flashes

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three

Oh here we go again

Black snow in the fields again

But tell me where is the friendship train?

It's been a long time coming

I once knew a pony

Name was religion

Head full of hatred and misguided morals

He was blinded from reading

Worn out and bleeding

But he'll never give in, no

Till the day he stops breathing

Devil in the kitchen and the clock strikes nine

His words are spoken in a voice sublime

Apocalypse then and misery now

Nothing you do is going to work anyhow boy

One

Two

We're all gonna be history

Three