Слова:
Barren Cross Killers Of The Unborn

Imagine you are standing on a stage In another time, in another age. They begin to cheer at the sound of your guitar Out of control, rock'n'roll, you

, the legal kill I am a child about to die My mother does not hear my cry, no [Chorus] Killers of the unborn, killers Killers of the unborn, stop the killing