March Of The Dogs Lyrics

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 stretched so fine Is death or glory had in mind?
And here we go, I'll guess the Resolution No-one knows who'll lead this revolution now Attention 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, none for 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 maybe I'm a pessimist But I say we need an exorcist The root of all evil standing tall Under God and above us all
And here we go, am I getting desperation? All we know is confusion and frustration Ditch 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, none for 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 A-one, two, three, four
And now the President's dead Because I 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 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, alright