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 packing heat 'cause she don't like Mondays. Underpaid teacher policing the hallways. Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range. Ah, cut the shit, you ain't going to the gun range. Standing with Emma and our sons and daughters. Watching our youth have to solve our problems. I'll follow them, so who's coming 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.