Sum 41

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Underclass,
The presedent of the United States of America,
Is Dead!
I dont belive in the politics,
The chosen fools and hypocrits,
We walk a line that stretched so fine,
It's death or glory having time?
And here we go,
I guess the resolution,
No-one knows,
Who'll lead this revolution now,
attention grows,
the way to a conclusion,
It's too late their's no time,
All for none, never was two, three, four
March of the dogs,
to a beat of dissolution
sworn under god,
breeding panic and confusion,
the white flag is down,
send in the clows,
the carnival of sins is nowhere 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,