Shallow Graves

I'm the funeral attendant
For the world's powers
I bury every kind

I'm the morgue attendant
For the imperialists
I bury what they leave behind

Now I'm digging
Many shallow graves
So many, so many
Shallow graves

The bodies of the murdered peasants
I see them all
Soviet and Afghan dissidents
I see them fall
The ruined lives
Propaganda, lies
Torture remains
One's socialist, one's democratic
But to them it's all the same