Filthy Beasts

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
Our 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
We are the filthy beasts

Lots of teeth equals lots of respect
And some things you can't protect
We'll fill our bellies with the things you hold dear

We are to say the least
A pack of filthy beasts
All we want is dinner
Just looking for a feast
We are the filthy beasts

Lots of teeth equals lots of respect
Some things you can't protect