Sum 41 - March Of The Dogs

Текст песни: 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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Sum 41 – The history of the group Sum 41 does not contain anything remarkable - all the more unexpected is the success that has befallen the team in recent years. The band was founded in 1996 in the Canadian city of Ajax by vocalist Deryck Whibley and drummer Steve Jocks. They soon found lead guitarist Dave, and after changing several bass players, they worked with Jason McCaslin. 4 years after the creation of the group, the guys released a demo, then an EP, and after it the first album "All Killer No Filler", which turned out to be in tune with the requirements of the time and immediately took the group to the Olympus of pop-punk, on which they already sat, dangling their legs and throwing down with beer cans, Offspring, Green Day and Blink 182. Sum 41 differed from the last only in a slightly denser and more varied sound (thanks to the use of two guitars), childish professionalism (listening to Sum 41, you feel that these people are capable of playing a much more serious and complex music) and a much longer period of existence. – Сум
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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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