(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...