Testi musica canzoni

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