Consuming every little thing we get our claws around

I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs

With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath

We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts

All we want is dinner

We stalk the landscape in an endless search for easy prey

The days are very long but hunger keeps our sleep at bay

With hopes of finding weak or wounded that have run astray

We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts

All we want is dinner

Just looking for a feast because we are the filthy beasts

Lots of teeth = lots of respect

And some things you can't protect

We'll fill our bellies with the things you hold dear