(Another bloodbath磗 in the spot and draws the daily press...)
Tribal war, panic on their faces
Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces
The crowd磗 in shock, what磗 happened here
A bloodshed caused by a young sick killer
Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game
[Chorus:]
There磗 panic in the streets tonight
And terror rules
There磗 panic in the streets tonight
While (the) death incarnate roams
There磗 pamic in the streets tonight
The killer from the Graveyard High
There磗 panic in the streets tonight
And terror terror terror rules
Leaden air, real guns are the right kick
Massacre - this time without joystick
The blood, the shock - just temporary signs
And soon forgotten till the next freak strikes
Streets of gore - corpses are a wonted sight
The kids, the guns, the shocking truth:
This town磗 no longer BULLET-PROOF
Final score - coppers 0, killers 8
And nobody磗 safe from murder...
