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