Massacre - The Exploited

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

Motherґs just a piece of dead meat

Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Motherґs 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