Paroles March of the dogs 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 tread so fine,
Is it death or glory you have in mind?

And here we go, 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
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

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