Marching Song by Pointed Sticks Lyrics

Like Germany in '43
Everyone was down on me
And things were closing in
My ideas, all my dreams
Breaking apart at the seams
Without discipline

No one wanted to believe me
I was up against the wall
When she came marching in to save me
Like a guardian general

She had it worked out to an art
And now she's in command of my heart

Leather boots, thin black tie
Monocle in one eye
She's so military
Well, I was broken, I was dirty
But she promised not to hurt me
Such humanity
No one ever understood me
I had visions, I had plans
She mapped out the way it could be
Offered me her stiff right hand

She had it worked out to an art
And now she's in command of my heart

[Guitar lead]

She gives the orders, she's got taste
She puts everything in place
With such authority
She tells me why, she tells me how
Not a thing to stop me now
I've got validity

All the times I've had to bow out
All the chances that I've missed
But I have her reinforcements now
It's useless to resist

She had it worked out to an art
And now she's in command of my heart

She had it worked out to an art
And now she's in command of my ha-ha-ha-ha-heart
She's in command of my heart
Yes, she's in command of my heart