When Ideology Fails 

Let the long hot summer begin
Let the battle lines be drawn
Let the state crush all within
While the gypsies dance their song

Let the angry mobs be heard
While the prophets speak their truth
Watch the beast chew up the earth
While the old spit out their youth

So here it is for everyone to see
While the poets spin their tales
It seems to make no difference to me
Cuz mostly these days ideology fails

Like the smoke from a sinking ship
Like the words of a dying man
Like the end of a painful trip
We're back to where it began

Only one thing stays the same
As empires come and go
At the end of this painful tripy
We'll always reap just what we sow