I cannot recommend it highly enough. From the opening quote to the last note, it is deeply powerful and stunningly visceral.

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 packin’ heat cuz she don’t like Mondays
Underpaid teacher policing the hallways
Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range
Ah cut the s—
You ain’t goin’ to the gun range

Standing with Emma and our sons and daughters
Watchin’ our youth have to solve our problems
I’ll follow them so who’s comin’ 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

Tell the ol’ boys in the white bread lobby
What they can and can’t do with their bodies
Temperatures risin’ cities are sinkin’
Ah cut the s—
You know your city is sinkin’
Lies are truth and truth is fiction
Everybody’s talkin’
Who’s gonna listen
What the hell happened in Helsinki

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