(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...