[Verse 1]
Wounded entertainers diggin' in at Flanders
Breathe in the strangers and dream of the frail nurse
That sings the Marseillaise at night
Softly folding blankets tight

[Bridge]
And I get you, it's hard
I get you, it's hard
Marchons and marchons, monsieur

[Verse 2]
The Germans wore gray and you wore white
All the Brits were squarin' for a fight
I get you, it's hard
I'm shocked and I'm scarred

[Chorus]
Yeah, that's how they get you
There's a dead note floating in the measures
There's a punk kid coughin' on the stretchers
There's a weeping swell of Arkansas, for Arkansas
That's how they get you
And I hope, darling, I don't upset you
But the pale-faced doctor knows she sings for all of us
And darn it, sir, she calls for us now
[Verse 3]
The Germans wore gray and you wore blue
And all the bougies all looked at you
Bedside confessions where doctors hit paydirt
And Gabe gets on the faders and says
He's gonna blow my mind
Pan the German front hard right
Bring the howitzers up soft in the night
Till the trenches alight

[Chorus]
Fuck, that's how they get you
And I hope, darling, I don't upset ya
There's a Hun deep inside all the heifers
There's a hopeful swell of Arkansas, of Arkansas

[Post-Chorus]
Well, I'm out of excuses, there's a form that I'm using
It's worn, it's torn, and the eyes are threadbare gone
And I'm out of excuses, there's a form that I'm using
It's worn, torn, and the eyes are threadbare gone
And I'm out of excuses