SINGER: The Misfits

SONG:Hunting Humans

Upon this threshold of disaster
the birth of the eleventh plague
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 thousand corpses block our way
a man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide just to rise and eat their dead
night of the living dead
We're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo
we're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo
we're hunting humans , whaooo-oo
we're hunting humans
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 cure for this genocide or resurrection of the dead
night of the living dead
We're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo
we're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo
we're hunting humans , whaooo-oo
we're hunting humans
it's killing time every day