Lyrics
[Verse 1]
1, 2, 3, 4
[Verse 2]
Privilege from birth
Abhorrence of work
Obsessed with sovereignty
[Verse 3]
Aristocrats claim an exemption
From the standards of democracy
A secret antipathy to justice and equality
And a tightly constrained definition of who is free
[Verse 4]
Old regime
Smoke of history
Liberty still waftin' in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
[Verse 5]
Whoa
[Verse 6]
They think that they can alter and sway
Which version of freedom reigns
If everything is subjective
Then what good is truth anyway?
A plutocratic strategy or technocrat conspiracy
Or a vision of utopia that only the besotten can see?
[Verse 7]
Old regime
Smoke of history
Liberty still waftin' in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
[Verse 8]
An unabated tendency to tyranny is still in place
And the ancient nobility's complexion differs just in name
[Verse 9]
Old regime
Smoke of history
Liberty still waftin' in the breeze
A new season dawns with ominous prophecy
Yeah, the new aristocracy just smell like the old regime
[Verse 10]
Whoa
Written by: Brett Gurewitz, Greg Graffin