[Intro]
One, two, three!

[Verse 1]
Privilege from birth, abhorrence of work
Obsessed with sovereignty
Aristocrats claim an exemption
From the standards of democracy

[Pre-Chorus]
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
Woah-oh-oh-oh

[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?

[Pre-Chorus]
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]

[Pre-Chorus]
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 (Ah-ah)
Yeah, the new aristocracy just smells like the old regime
Woah-oh-oh-oh