Lyrics
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
Song details
Artist: Misfits