March Of The Dogs

(Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass The President of the United States of America Is dead) I don't believe in the politics Of chosen fools and hypocrites Who walk a line that's stretched so fine Is death or glory had in mind? Here we go: a gas mask illusion No one knows who'll lead this revolution Extension grows the way to a conclusion It's too late, there's no time It's too late, there's no time All for none, never one, two, three, four March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion Sworn under God, breeding panic and confusion The white flag is down; send in the clowns The carnival of sins is now going to begin It may be I'm a pessimist But I say we need an exorcist The root of all evil's standing tall Under God and above us all Here we go: beginner desperation All we know is confusion and frustration Un-stitch your clothes No vision of salvation It's too late, there's no time It's too late, there's no time All for none, never one, two, three, four March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion Sworn under God, breeding panic and confusion The white flag is down; send in the clowns The carnival of sins is now going to begin Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! A-one, two, three, four Another president's dead Because they blew off his head No more necks to be red Yes, to Heaven he fled Was it something he said Because of who's in his bed? By who will we be led? From whose hand will we be fed? All the lies by the lying liars who said We'll be fine, it's okay Hey, look, mom, no head It's okay, it's all right --- March of the Dogs - Sum 41