(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 killer 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) death incarnate roams Thereç£ pamic in the streets tonight the killer from the Graveyard High Thereç£ 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 townç£ no longer BULLET-PROOF Final score - coppers 0, killers 8 and nobodyç£ safe from murder...