Marching Orders - The New Pornographers

What do these marching orders mean?

Some hackneyed fairy tale I’d move outta their dreams

It’s what they do

Stepping to

Marching ten paces in front of you

Let’s put this countdown clock away

Unfinished parts of the death ray on the lawn

Let them rust, turn to dust

What the heart can’t imagine we’ll trust

They

They 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 leave

The voice wrecked;

don’t connect

What the fuse was put there to protect

They

They 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.

They

They say we can’t make this stuff up,

But what else could we make?

No, your marching orders stay

Always despise them, anyway,

So hell no, it won’t go