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 stretched so fine
Is death or glory had in mind
And here we go
I 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
never was 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
standing tall
Under god and above us all
And here we go
I'm 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
never was 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
A one two three four

Another president dead
because they blew off his head
no more kids to be led
yes to heaven he fled
was it something he said
because of who's in his bed
by who will we be led
by whose hand will we be fed
all the lies by the lying
liars who said
we'll be fine
its OK
hey look mom no head
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Sum 41 - March Of The Dogs

Sum 41 Pencarian: Sum 41