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 are the corps of corpses we are up in arms and armed bring all the king s horses and all the king s men 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