The New Pornographers - Marching Orders Lyrics
What do these marching orders mean?Some hackneyed fairy tale I'd move outta their dreamsIt's what they doStepping toMarching ten paces in front of youLet's put this countdown clock awayUnfinished parts of the death ray on the lawnLet them rust, turn to dustWhat the heart can't imagine we'll trustTheyThey say we can't make this stuff up,But what else could we make?What do these marching orders say?Spelled out in loud forgotten language, they leaveThe voice wrecked; don't connectWhat the fuse was put there to protectTheyThey say we can't make this stuff up,But what else could we make?Come on, really lose your voice.Come on, really lose it.TheyThey say we can't make this stuff up,But what else could we make?No, your marching orders stayAlways despise them, anyway,So hell no, it won't go