Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The president of the United States is dead
I don't believe in the politics of chosen fools and hypocrites
Who walk a line that's tread so fine
Is it death or glory you have in mind
And here we go again it's mass delusion
And no one knows who leads the revolution right now
As tension grows the way to a conclusion
It's too late there's no time
All for none, none for one, two, three, four
March of the dogs to beat 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
And all we know is confusion and frustration now
As tension grows no vision of salvation
It's too late there's no time
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!
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