Paroles de March March

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