Heavy street fighting
  Been going on for days
  Makeshift graves outside city limits
  Filled with bodies of slaughtered people
  Men women childeren all dead
  The massacre - why
  The massacre - why
  Eight month foetus
  Sticking on a bayonet
  Mother's just a piece of dead meat
  The massacre - why
  The massacre - why
  You murdered me with rope
  You murdered me with guns too
  You massacred whole families
  And laughed throughout their pain