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 feeling down
Wished I had turned around
And I fight my way back to the fort
Back to the fort
The axes are all laid down
The opressed fought and begged
Please treat her well
The major sla (go to hell)
The little pinned-boned soldier
Was far too scared to stay
So he screamed
I get up feeling down
Wished I had turned around
And I fight my way back to the fort
Back to the fort
The great major's adjutants
All loved to see more blood
Were so down senceless
She's still lies there in the mud
People have forgotten
The ancient massacre