Wednesday, May 18th 1994 

Does anyone remember what all of this fighting's for?

All this senseless blood shed, all this fucking death

You oly know statistics who now take their dying breath

Can anyone see an end to this putrid fucking war?

Does it now seem any closer than it did the year before?

A year has now gone by and the battlefield's still red

The only thing that's changed is the number of the dead

All of the children born in bloodshed will be lucky to survive

Will they be just more than memories when it's 1995?

The battlefield's still red

They call it "ethnic cleansing"

But it's just like before

This is racial murder

It's not a fucking war

The battlefield's still red

Little girls are stripped and they're beaten to the floor

Systematically raped by soldiers and they fucking call this war

Their mothers are sent through minefields, all humanity's been lost

How many lives will this year claim in this modern day holocaust?

The battlefield's still red

They call it 'ethnic cleansing'

But it's just like before

This is racial murder 

It's not a fucking war

The battlefield's still red