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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
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
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We`re all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
