Bullet

(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 killer
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) death incarnate roams
There´s pamic in the streets tonight
the killer from the Graveyard High
There´s 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 town´s no longer BULLET-PROOF
Final score - coppers 0, killers 8
and nobody´s safe from murder...