1980s
In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
Smell like I sound,
I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt,
I'm after you
Mouth is alive, with juices like wine
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
Smell like I sound,
I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt,
I'm after you
Mouth is alive, with juices like wine