[Spoken:]

Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass,

The president of the United States of America

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

No one knows, who leads this revolution now

As tension grows, the way to a conclusion

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 of 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

But 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

All we know is confusion and frustration now

As tension grows, no vision of salvation

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 of 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

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

A-one, two, three, four

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,

and a one two three go!

it's alright I said go!

one two three I say go!

It's ok, alright)