March March - The Chicks

March, march to my own drum

March, march to my own drum

Hey, hey, I’m an army of one

Oh, I’m an army of one

March, march to my own drum

March, march to my own drum

Hey, hey, I’m an army of one

Oh, I’m an army of one

Brenda’s packin' heat 'cause she don’t like Mondays

Underpaid teacher policin' the hallways

Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range

(Ah, cut the shit, you ain’t goin' to the gun range)

Standin' with Emma and our sons and daughters

Watchin' our youth have to solve our problems

I’ll follow them, so who’s comin' with me?

(Half of you love me, half already hate me)

March, march to my own drum

March, march to my own drum

Hey, hey, I’m an army of one

Oh, I’m an army of one

March, march to my own drum

March, march to my own drum

Hey, hey, I’m an army of one

Oh, I’m an army of one

Tell the ol' boys in the white bread lobby

What they can and can’t do with their bodies

Temperatures are risin', cities are sinkin'

(Ah, cut the shit, you know your city is sinkin')

Lies are truth and truth is fiction

Everybody’s talkin', who’s gonna listen?

What the hell happened in Helsinki?

March, march to my own drum

March, march to my own drum

Hey, hey, I’m an army of one

Oh, I’m an army of one

March, march to my own drum

March, march to my own drum

Hey, hey, I’m an army of one

Oh, I’m an army of one