Filthy Cur Lyrics


Here she comes;

through the rain

Maul your face;

eat your brain

Filthy Cur; feeding time

Human prey; bleeding time

Bitch of death; singe of pain

Meet your death or go insane

In the woods, hunter search

Filthy Cur, weak man's curse

Run as fast as you can

Trail of blood; scent of man

Filthy Cur; hates the light

Some things even fleas won't bite