(Another bloodbathç£ in the spot and draws the daily press...)
Tribal war, panic on their faces
Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces
the crowdç£ in shock, whatç£ happened here
a bloodshed caused by a young sick k**er
Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game
[Chorus:]
Thereç£ panic in the streets tonight
and terror rules
Thereç£ panic in the streets tonight
while (the) d**h incarnate roams
Thereç£ pamic in the streets tonight
the k**er from the Graveyard High
Thereç£ panic in the streets tonight
and terror terror terror rules
Leaden air, real guns are the right kick
ma**acre - 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 townç£ no longer BULLET-PROOF
Final score - coppers 0, k**ers 8
and nobodyç£ safe from murder...