Sons of Dogs Lyrics

There is no place to run
And there is no place to hide
Sons of dogs do not take prisoners
For they have too much pride

They won't give you a second to think of what to do
For they are the sons of dogs and they're coming after you

Stick knife in your back
Giving you a heart attack
Taking what you hold dear
Preying on your deepest fears

Feel a chill in your blood
Body's grey very numb
When the dogs catch up with you
The dogs will have a thing to chew

They're the sons, The sons of dogs

Hear em laugh, hear em howl
See all of their vicious scowls
When they go run in packs
They know they aint coming back

Vicious bastards one and all
Bet you'd like to see them fall
When the dogs catch up with you
The dogs will have a thing to chew

They're the sons, the sons of dogs

See em through the mist
You can see em through the fog
Coming closer now
They're the sons of dogs

When you feel it in your shoes
When you feel it in the walls
Sons of dogs are drawing near
And it's your last curtain call

Cause there is no place to run
And there is no place to hide
Sons of dogs do not take prisoners
For they have too much pride

They won't give you a second to think of what to do
For they are the sons of dogs and they're coming after you