March Of The Dogs Lyrics - Underclass Hero - Sum 41

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? 

Here we go, again it's mass delusion 

And no one knows who leads this revolution now 

As tension grows, no 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 1, 2, 3, 4 

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March of the dogs 

to a beat of disillusion 

Sworn under God bringing 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 standing tall 

Under God and above us all 

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 1, 2, 3, 4 

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March of the dogs 

to a beat of disillusion 

Sworn under God bringing panic and confusion 

The white flag is down 

send in the clowns 

The carnival of sins is now about to begin 

1, 2, 3, 4 

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 

Because of who's in his bed 

By whom will we be lead 

From whose hand will we be fed 

All the lies by the lying liars 

Who said, we'll be fine, it's okay 

Hey look mom, no head! 

blah blah blah blah 

(It's a carnival of sins!) 

blah blah blah 

(It's about to begin!) 

blah blah blah 

blah blah blah 

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... 

(It's OK, alright...)