Bulletproof

<br>(Another bloodbathзЈ— in the spot and draws the daily press...)<br><br>Tribal war, panic on their faces<br>Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces<br>the crowdзЈ— in shock, whatзЈ— happened here<br>a bloodshed caused by a young sick killer<br>Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game<br><br>[Chorus:]<br>ThereзЈ— panic in the streets tonight<br>and terror rules<br>ThereзЈ— panic in the streets tonight<br>while (the) death incarnate roams<br>ThereзЈ— pamic in the streets tonight<br>the killer from the Graveyard High <br>ThereзЈ— panic in the streets tonight<br>and terror terror terror rules<br><br>Leaden air, real guns are the right kick<br>massacre - this time without joystick<br>The blood, the shock - just temporary signs<br>and soon forgotten till the next freak strikes <br>Streets of gore - corpses are a wonted sight<br><br>The kids, the guns, the shocking truth:<br>this townзЈ— no longer BULLET-PROOF<br>Final score - coppers 0, killers 8<br>and nobodyзЈ— safe from murder...