March of the Dogs Lyrics
Sum 41
March of the Dogs Songtext:
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
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, (its 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,
And 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 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 led?
from 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
bla bla bla bla bla...
(random)
It's OK, it's alright
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
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, (its 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,
And 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 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 led?
from 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
bla bla bla bla bla...
(random)
It's OK, it's alright
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