☆ March of the Dogs

[Spoken:]
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, again it’s mass delusion
No one knows, who leads this 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 of 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
But 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
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 of 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

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
A-one, two, three, four

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!

Blah Blah Blah Blah…
(It’s the carnival of sins,
and a one two three go!
it’s alright I said go!
one two three I say go!
It’s ok, alright)