Songtexte: Sum 41. March Of The Dogs.

[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)