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