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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 scrteaming 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.

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