(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 k**er 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) d**h incarnate roams There磗 pamic in the streets tonight the k**er from the Graveyard High
There磗 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 town磗 no longer BULLET-PROOF Final score - coppers 0, k**ers 8 and nobody磗 safe from murder...