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

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