the massacre lyrics – 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 m*ssacre, why?!

eight month foetus
sticking on a bayonet
mother’s just a piece of meat
eight month foetus
sticking on a bayonet
mother is just a piece of dead meat!

the m*ssacre, why?!

you murdered me with rope
you murdered me with guns too
you m*ssacred whole families
and laughed throughout their pain!

the m*ssacre, why?
why!?

/ exploited lyrics