Song parody of
The Howling (Special Version)
by Far Shore
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Man we're like dogs, we run in packs
Expect no mercy, we give heart attacks
You can't rest easy, we don't let go
Like real good dogs, bred for the show
We're the howling at the moon
The banshee wailing the cry of doom
Dogs of darkness, hounds of Hel
We bring back feelings that you used to know so well
We're fire-breathers behind your backs
We're tightrope walkers over railroad tracks
We deal in danger, our blood is cold
And there's no changer, so the record's old
We're the howling at the moon
The lady laughing like the loon
Dogs of darkness, hounds of Hel
We bring back feelings that you used to know so well
We run in darkness, we move with speed
We hunt in silence, we stalk with ease
Through city canyons, suburban plains
Over concrete jungles our power reigns
There are no havens, there's no escape
No routes to safety for you to take
We hold the highways, we're in the air
You are surrounded, we're everywhere
We're the howling at the moon
The banshee wailing the latest tune
Dogs of darkness, hounds of Hel
We bring back feelings that you used to know so well
Man we're like dogs, we run in packs
Expect no mercy, we give heart attacks
You can't rest easy, we don't let go
Like real good dogs, bred for the show
We're the howling at the moon
The banshee wailing the cry of doom
Dogs of darkness, hounds of Hel
We bring back feelings that you used to know so well
We're fire-breathers behind your backs
We're tightrope walkers over railroad tracks
We deal in danger, our blood is cold
And there's no changer, so the record's old
We're the howling at the moon
The lady laughing like the loon
Dogs of darkness, hounds of Hel
We bring back feelings that you used to know so well
We run in darkness, we move with speed
We hunt in silence, we stalk with ease
Through city canyons, suburban plains
Over concrete jungles our power reigns
There are no havens, there's no escape
No routes to safety for you to take
We hold the highways, we're in the air
You are surrounded, we're everywhere
We're the howling at the moon
The banshee wailing the latest tune
Dogs of darkness, hounds of Hel
We bring back feelings that you used to know so well
