Sum 41 - March Of The Dogs (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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• March Of The Dogs (Acoustic)

Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass,
The president of the United States of America is dead!
(Dead, dead, dead, dead)

I don't believe in
the politics of chosen fools and hypocrites,
Who walk a line that's tread so fine,
Is death or glory had in mind?

Here we go again, it's mass delusion, (Take them away!)
And no one knows,
who leads the revolution now (All we say)
As tension grows
the way to a conclusion, (Take this away!)

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 the disillusion
Sworn under God,
breeding panic and confusion
The white flag is down,
send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now about to begin

It may be I'm a pessimist,
I'd say we need an exorcist,
The root of all evil's standing tall,
Under God and above us all,

And here we go again in desperation, (Take them away!)
And all we know is
confusion and frustration now (All we say)
As tension grows no vision of salvation (Take this away!)

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

Hey, hey, hey!
One, two, three, four. (Hey!)

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!"

Blah, blah, blah, blah... (It's the carnival of sins!)
Blah, blah, blah, blah... (About to begin!)
Blah, blah, blah, blah... (It's alright now, I say go!)
Blah, blah, blah, blah... (Want to be the dead last!)
Blah.

It's OK, alright!

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