Hunting Humans
Misfits
Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plagure
The fires burn at night I begin to doubt
The smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousands corpses block our wat
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-oo
We're hunting humans
Whaoo-ooo-oo
We're hunting humans
Whaoo-ooo-oo
It's killing time every day
I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no crue for this
Genocide or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living dead
We're hunting humans
Whaooo-ooo-oo
We're hunting humans
Whaoo-ooo-oo
We're hunting humans
Whaoo
We're hunting humans
It's killing time every day
It's killing time every day
It's killing time every day