Sum 41March 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 had 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 conclusion.
it's too late there's no time.
all for none, none for one, two, three, four !
march of the dogs to beat disillusion
sworn under god, breding panic and confusion.
the white falg is down, send 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 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 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 OHK
hey look mom no head !