text: Ladies and gentlemen of the Underclass...
  The president of the United States of America is dead!
  I dont believe in the politics
  Of chosen fools and hypocrites
  Who walk a line thats tread so fine
  Is it death or glory you have in mind?
  And here we go, again its mass delusion
  No one knows, who leads this revolution now
  As tension grows, the way to a conclusion
  Its too late, theres no time
  Its too late, theres 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 Im a pessimist
  But Id say we need an exorcist
  The root of all evils 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
  Its too late, theres no time
  Its too late, theres 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 presidents 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 whos 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
  Well be fine, its okay, hey, look mom, no head!
  Blah blah blah blah... Its the carnival of sins!
  Blah blah blah blah... And a one, two, three go!
  Blah blah blah blah... Its alright, I said go!
  Blah blah blah blah... One, two, three, I say go!