MARCH of THE DOGS

(Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass) (The president of the United States 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 And here we go again it's mass delusion And no one knows who leads the revolution now As tension 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 disillusion Sworn under God breeding 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 I'd say we need an exorcist The root of all evil's standing tall Under God and above us all And here we go again in desperation And 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 one, two, three, four March of the dogs to a beat disillusion Sworn under God breeding panic and confusion The white flag is down send in the clowns The carnival of sins is now about to begin 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 Or because of who's in his bed By whom 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 OK Hey look mom no head!