Marching Song (Pointed Sticks)

Like Germany in '43 everyone was down on me And things were closing in My ideals, all my dreams, breaking out at the seams Without discipline No one wanted to believe me I was up against a 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 She gives the orders, she's got taste, she puts everything in place With such authority She tells me why, she shows me how, there's 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've got re-enforcements now It is 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 heart She's in command of my heart Yeah she's in command of my heart