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