The Massacre Lyrics

Heavy street fighting

Been going on for days

Makeshift graves outside city limits

Filled with bodies of slaughtered people

Men, women, little children all dead



The massacre - why?

The massacre - why?



Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Mother's just a piece of dead meat

Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Mother's just a piece of dead meat



You murdered me with rope

You murdered me with guns too

You massacred whole families

And laughed throughout their pain



Repeat verses 1 & 3