March of the Dogs
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclassThe president of the United States is dead!
I don’t believe in the politics of chosen fools andhypocritesWho walk a line that’s tread so fineIs it death or glory you have in mind
And here we go again it’s mass delusionAnd no one knows who leads the revolution nowAs tension grows the way to a conclusionIt’s too late there’s no time.All for none, none for one, two, three, four
March of the dogs to a beat disillusionSworn under God breeding panic and confusionThe white flag is down send in the clownsThe carnival of sins is now about to begin
It may be I’m a pessimistI’d say we need an exorcistThe root of all evil’s standing tallUnder God and above us all
And here we go again in desperationAnd all we know is confusion and frustration nowAs tension grows no vision of salvationIt’s too late there’s no time.
And now the president’s deadBecause they blew off his headNo more neck to be redGuess to heaven he fledWas it something he saidOr because of who’s in his bedBy whom will we be ledFrom whose hand will we be fedAll the lies by the lying liars who saidWe’ll be fineIt’s OKHey look mom no head!