Sum 41 - 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

Written by:
DERYCK WHIBLEY, DERYCK JASON WHIBLEY

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