Marching Orders Lyrics - Brill Bruisers - 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