Misfits "Hunting Humans" |
Upon this threshold of disaster The birth of the eleventh plague The fires burn at night I begin to doubtthe smell of burning flesh Will ever fade away The touch of death is all around us A thousand corpses block our way A man-made germs makes almost everyone commit Suicide Just to rise and eat their dead Night of the living Dead We're hunting humans whaoo-ooo We're hunting humans whaoo-ooo We're hunting humans whaoo-ooo It's killing time every day I can't control this eerie feeling An evil scrteaming in my head I don't think I'll last the night There is no cure For this genocide Or resurrection of the dead Night of the living dead We're hunting humans whaooo-ooo-oo.... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |