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