Civilians are all dead now

My armyjacket got ripped

The striker in a bed now beneath the men lie dead

They tried to all forget it

But I never think I will



I get up feeling down

Wished I had turned around

And I fight my way back to the fort

Back to the fort



It echoes all tomorrow

Hate has come instead

The songs will all bring sorrow

The Indian-girl says

"The States are growing big now"

"Who cares about the rest"



I get up...



The axes are all laid down

The opressed fought and begged

Please treat her well

The major ??? (go to hell)

The little pinned-boned soldier

Was far too scared to stay

So he screamed



I get up...



The ??? major's adjutants

All loved to see more blood

Were so ??? senceless

She's still lies there in the mud

People have forgotten

The ??? massacre



I get up... (repeat)