Hellhound

Текст песни Shawn James - Hellhound

"Howlin' at the moon, my blood runs hot and outta tune.
Been at it all night long, my prey, the buzz, now long gone.
On and on.
Hellhounds at my heels sharpen my wit, a raw deal.
Don't matter anyhow. My pace just wears them down.
On and on.
Don't you get me wrong. I know I don't belong.
I'm just howlin' at the moon. My curse will carry through.
On and on."