Look alive, gentlemen
 Or fake your deaths; your wounds undressed beneath your costumes.
 Some are so well rehearsed
 For hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag
 And barricade themselves
 In false pretenses, fox holed in trenches.
 Forged casualties with casual pleas,
 Dying to please the enemy
 We die to stay alive, We kill to survive

 We are the corps of corpses,
 We are up in arms and armed
 Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men

 Push on, plod on, these legs like pistons pumping forward motion.
 Convalescent men in uniform.
 We have fallen to friendly fire, shrapnel freckles our spine.
 Still our feet fall one by one.

 We were led to lead lovers, while marching to the beat.
 We were led to lead lovers, we kissed so well.

 The cannon's calling our name,
 I hear her singing to me
 In morse code,
 "This is our revolution!
 To arms! To arms!
 This is a revolution!"

 We are the corps of corpses,
 We are up in arms and armed.