Texty: Corrosion Of Conformity. Animosity. Kiss of Death.

Paralyzed alone and frightened
Laying low so you won't be sighted
City beast is out there prowling
Something out there wishes you death
Faint sounds in the alley
You'll have to run or fight til you last breath
Already on the way
Lights reflect red and blue
Rabid pack with sirens howling
Hiss and growl of the radio

Faint sounds in the alley
City beast is out there prowling
Telling the fat beasts where to go
Rabid pack with sirens howling
And you know they're onto you
Already on the way