Bad Religion Old Regime Lyrics
Old Regime by Bad Religion
[Intro]
One, two, three!
[Verse 1]
Privilege from birth, abhorrence of work, obsessed with sovereignty
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
[Chorus]
Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
[Guitar solo]
[Bridge]
An unabated tendency to tyranny is still in place
And the ancient nobility's complexion differs just in name
[Chorus]
Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
A new season dawns with ominous prophecy
Yeah, the new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
One, two, three!
[Verse 1]
Privilege from birth, abhorrence of work, obsessed with sovereignty
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
[Chorus]
Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
[Guitar solo]
[Bridge]
An unabated tendency to tyranny is still in place
And the ancient nobility's complexion differs just in name
[Chorus]
Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
A new season dawns with ominous prophecy
Yeah, the new aristocracy just smells like the old regime