Hunting Humans Songtext
von Misfits

Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night
And 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, whoa oh-oh-oh
We're hunting humans, whoa oh-oh-oh
We′re hunting humans, whoa
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, whoa oh-oh-oh
We're hunting humans, whoa oh-oh-oh
We′re hunting humans, whoa
We're hunting humans
It′s killing time every day

It's killing time every day
It's killing time every day