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 wicked tail and stinking breath We are to say the least, a pack of filthy beasts And 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 And all we want is dinner Just looking for a feast because we are the filthy beasts Lots of teeth equal lots of respect And somethings you can't protect We'll fill our bellies with the things you hold dear