March Of The Dogs
Ladies and gentlemen of the undercla*s 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
