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A revolution spinning round
Out with the old and in with the new
Sort of like Scrappy on Scooby-Doo
We try to teach old dogs brand new tricks
And if you're
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle
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Blowing a bugle
GETTING STRANGER 
BUT WE'LL NEVER LOSE HEART 
WE CAN'T JUST WAIT FOR THE 
OLD GUARD TO DIE 
BEFORE WE CAN 
MAKE A NEW START 

BRING ON THE REVOLUTION
getting stranger 
But we'll never lose heart 
We can't just wait for the 
Old guard to die 
Before we can 
Make a new start 

Bring on the revolution
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading
Sold by your own
October revolution
Out to the streets
To fight against the tyranny
In 56' we fought the occupation
The young and old
Against
said love, love revolution

Hey, I'm not afraid to change
Inside and out, baby
With or without you by my side
It's time to scream and shout
Let all
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom
As the crooked smoke rings were rising.
How
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, now

Seventy-five, the same old jive
Christ, won't you tell
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, now

Seventy-five, the same old jive
Christ, won't you tell
Down the drain like molten toothpaste
I feel used and spat out
Poor old me

When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
Down the drain like molten toothpaste
I feel used and spat out
Poor old me

When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska
Gypsies were passing through her little town
They dropped something on the road, she picked it up
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska
Gypsies were passing through her little town
They dropped something on the road, she picked it up
had your way, baby you had your say
And had your way with that girl now come on outta your world

Struck by my good luck
Face it you're old and out
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Blowing a bugle
everything's gonna be all right
Can't you feel it? Don't ignore it
Everything's gonna be alright
I say, revolution rocks

There's that old cheese grater
Rubbing
hands. 

Liberals dream of equal rights, 
Conservatives live in a world gone by, 
Socialists preach of a promised land, 
But old uncle son, was
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Blowing a bugle
Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes
Kinda like a tiger in heat
Red hot in black
Red hot in black

Revolution running through her veins
A radical
The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones
Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel
Out of the cones stream forth,
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking 
All containing
get his statue up in Red Square

I remember Krushchev, the old man said
He had real strength in his jaw
The setting sun would turn his skull pale