We are the dead men
Walk towards the church
We are the dead men
Walk behind the hearse
We are the dead men
Laughing at the wake
We are the dead men
Who will cut the cake ?

We built the ships
For war and for peace
We built that church
In whose gardens we sleep

We are the dead men
With pillows made of stone
Around an old throne
We are the dead men
Sharpen up our swords
We are the dead men
Being dead can make you bored

We built the ships
For war and for peace
We built that church
In whose gardens we sleep
We built the ships
For war and for peace
We built that church
In whose gardens we sleep