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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
