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 tread so fine Is it death or glory you have in mind? Here we go, again it's mass delusion And no one knows who leads this revolution now As tension grows, no way to a conclusion It's too late, there's no time (It's too late, there's no time) All for none, none for 1, 2, 3, 4 March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion Sworn under God bringing panic and confusion The white flag is down Send in the clowns The carnival of sins is now about to begin It may be i'm a pessimist But I'd say we need an exorcist The root of all evil standing tall Under God and above us all Here we go, again in desperation All we know is confusion and frustration now As tension grows, no vision of salvation It's too late, there's no time (It's too late, there's no time) All for none, none for 1, 2, 3, 4 March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion Sworn under God bringing panic and confusion The white flag is down send in the clowns The carnival of sins is now about to begin 1, 2, 3, 4 And now the president's dead Because They blew off his head No more neck to be red Guess to heaven he fled Was it something he said Because of who's in his bed By whom will we be lead 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! blah blah blah blah (It's a carnival of sins!) blah blah blah (It's about to begin!) blah blah blah blah blah blah Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... (It's OK, alright...)