(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...