Misfits - Hunting Humans 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 d**h 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 We're hunting humans We're hunting humans It's k**ing time every day I can't control this eerie feeling An evil screaming in my head I don't 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...