The New Pornographers - Marching Orders Lyrics
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Marching Orders
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What Are The Lyrics For Marching Orders By The New Pornographers?
What do these marching orders mean?
Some half-lit fairy tale, I'd move out their dreams It's what they do, step one-two 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 and trust They say we can't make this stuff up But what else could we make? They say we can't make this stuff up But what else could we make? What do these marching orders say? Spelled out in now-forgotten language, they leave Your voice wept, 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? 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 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? They say we can't make this stuff up But what else would we make? They say we can't make this stuff up But what else could we make? They say we can't make this stuff up But what else can we make? No, your marching orders stay Always despised so many ways so they'll know We won't go, so hell no We won't go, so hell no We won't go, so hell no We won't go |
Who Wrote Marching Orders By The New Pornographers?
Carl Allan Newman
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