Текст песни Oxymoron - Bulletproof
Oxymoron - Bulletproof слова песни
(Another bloodbathзЈ— in the spot and draws the daily press...)Tribal war, panic on their facesGuns ring out, bullets leave their tracesthe crowdзЈ— in shock, whatзЈ— happened herea bloodshed caused by a young sick killerCarnivore - slaughter as a kind of game[Chorus:]ThereзЈ— panic in the streets tonightand terror rulesThereзЈ— panic in the streets tonightwhile (the) death incarnate roamsThereзЈ— pamic in the streets tonightthe killer from the Graveyard High ThereзЈ— panic in the streets tonightand terror terror terror rulesLeaden air, real guns are the right kickmassacre - this time without joystickThe blood, the shock - just temporary signsand soon forgotten till the next freak strikes Streets of gore - corpses are a wonted sightThe kids, the guns, the shocking truth:this townзЈ— no longer BULLET-PROOFFinal score - coppers 0, killers 8and nobodyзЈ— safe from murder...