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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
