The Howling (Special Version)

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