(Another bloodbath's in the spot and draws the daily press...) Tribal war, panic on their faces Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces the crowd's in shock, what's happened here a bloodshed caused by a young sick k**er Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game [Chorus:] There's panic in the streets tonight and terror rules There's panic in the streets tonight while (the) d**h incarnate roams There's pamic in the streets tonight the k**er from the Graveyard High There's 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's no longer BULLET-PROOF Final score - coppers 0, k**ers 8 and nobody's safe from murder...