It’s “March, March,” from the Chicks’ 2020 album, “Gaslighter.”
Written and performed by an impressive musical collective,* it’s fierce and female, a percussive, insinuating, syncopated chant in the minor key we all need now.
It’s a new civil war, and this is the new battle hymn of the Republic.
The lyrics cover a lot of territory:
March, march to my own drumMarch, march to my own drumHey, hey, I’m an army of oneOh, I’m an army of oneMarch, march to my own drumMarch, march to my own drumHey, hey, I’m an army of oneOh, I’m an army of one
Brenda’s packin’ heat ’cause she don’t like MondaysUnderpaid teacher policin’ the hallwaysPrint yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range(Ah, cut the shit, you ain’t goin’ to the gun range)Standin’ with Emma and our sons and daughtersWatchin’ our youth have to solve our problemsI’ll follow them, so who’s comin’ with me?(Half of you love me, half already hate me)
March, march to my own drumMarch, march to my own drumHey, hey, I’m an army of oneOh, I’m an army of oneMarch, march to my own drumMarch, march to my own drumHey, hey, I’m an army of oneOh, I’m an army of one
Tell the ol’ boys in the white bread lobbyWhat they can and can’t do with their bodiesTemperatures are risin’, cities are sinkin’(Ah, cut the shit, you know your city is sinkin’)Lies are truth and truth is fictionEverybody’s talkin’, who’s gonna listen?What the hell happened in Helsinki?
March, march to my own drumMarch, march to my own drumHey, hey, I’m an army of oneOh, I’m an army of oneMarch, march to my own drumMarch, march to my own drumHey, hey, I’m an army of oneOh, I’m an army of one