Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass.
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The president of the United States of America is dead!
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I don't believe in the politics of chosen fools and hypocrites,
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Who walk a line that's tread so fine.
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Is it death or glory you have in mind ?
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And here we go again it's mass delusion
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And no one knows who leads the revolution now.
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As tension grows the way to a conclusion.
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It's too late there's no time.
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All for none, none for one, two, three, four !
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March of the dogs to beat of disillusion
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Sworn under god, breeding panic and confusion.
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The white flag is down, send in the clowns
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The carnival of sins is now about to begin.
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It may be I'm a pessimist
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But I'd say we need an exorcist
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The root of all evil standing tall
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Under God and above us all.
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And here we go again in desperation
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And all we know is confusion and frustration now
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As tension grows no vision of salvation
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It's too late, there's no time.
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And now the president's dead
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Because they blew off his head
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No more neck to be red
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Guess to heaven he fled
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Was it something he said
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Or because of who's in his bed
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By whom will we be led
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From whose hand will we be fed.
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All the lies by the lying liars who said
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We'll be fine
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It's OK
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Hey look mom no head!
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March Of The Dogs
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| Sum 41 |
