The Massacre Lyrics

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