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"march of the dogs"
~ sum 41 ~
[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 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
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 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
again in desperation
all we know
is confusion and frustration
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 going to begin
hey! hey! hey! hey!
a-one, two, three, four
another president dead
because they blew off his head
no more neck to be red
yes to heaven he fled
was it something he said
because of who's in his bed
by who 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, it's alright)
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