Corpse

styled after "Boots" by Rudyard Kipling

We’re moving— slog— slog— slog— slog— slogging across life
One foot— foot— foot— foot— in front of the other
(corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again)
						There’s no breath in life!

Weak— child— man— woman— adult— what are we?
Man— man— woman— weak— child all around me
(corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again)
						There’s no breath in life!

Don’t— don’t— don’t— don’t— look at what’s in front of you
(corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again)
We— we— we— we— all go mad with bills
						And there’s no breath in life! 

Try— try— try— try— to keep your soul
Oh— my— God— keep— me— from dying inside!
(corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again)
						There’s no breath in life!

Count— count— count— count— the numbers in the bank
If— your— guard— drops— they will get atop o’ you!
(corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again)
						There’s no breath in life!

We— can— stick— out— hunger, thirst, exhaustion
But— not— not— not— the eternal movement of a— 
Corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again
						And there’s no breath in life!

It— isn’t— so— bad— by— day because of the light
But— nights— bring— long— dreams— of bills— bills— bills—
Corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again
						There’s no breath in life!

I— have— moved— twenty-three— years in Hell and certify
It— is— not— fire— devils— dark, or anything,
But your— corpse— corpse— corpse— corpse— dragging up and down again
						And there’s no breath in life!

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