You're in a barn
Having a barn dance
Repeating this axiom
This reassuring lie

You're in a barn
Having a barn dance
Repeating this axiom
This reassuring lie

Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage
Old and grey


Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage
Come what may


You're in a barn
Having a barn dance
Repeating this axiom
This reassuring lie

You're in her barn
Having a barn dance
You don't really love her
You're preaching a lie

Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage
Old and grey


Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage
Come what may


We'll never be creative
We're a bunch of reactionnaries
Slaving for privileges
We, the sons of meritocracy

Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage
Old and grey


Hear the trumpet blasts
An old adage
Come what may