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 ma**acre - why? The ma**acre - 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 ma**acred whole families And laughed throughout their pain Repeat verses 1 & 3