In a Barn

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