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 stretched so fine Is death or glory had in mind
And here we go again it's mass delusion And 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 it to 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
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
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!
Compositor: Deryck Jason Whibley (Deryck Whibley) (SOCAN)Editores: Hv Jvco I LLC, Poo Poo Pee Pee LLCECAD verificado obra #41895613 em 12/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM