paroles de chanson Hunting Humans - The Misfits

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 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 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 whaoo-ooo
We′re hunting humans whaoo-ooo
We're hunting humans whaoo-ooo
We′re hunting humans
It's killing time every day
It′s killing time every day
It's killing time every day