Can’t believe your eyes
This thing that shouldn’t be
The biggest goddamned dog
That you’ve ever seen

A dozen times a year
inhuman nature calls
I’m climbin’ the walls
I’m climbin’ the walls!

What makes the man?
What lies beneath?
Is it the crashing jaws?
or the gnashing teeth?

When the moon is high
It’s likely so am I
On the feast of flesh
And the stench of death

I wouldn’t change a thing
The best of man and beast

But when I catch the scent
of sweetest meats
It really gets the best of me

So when the moon is high
Then baby, SO AM I!
On the feast of flesh
And the stench of death

Is it the perfect hair?
Or my savagery?
I’m a walkin’ string of wicked litanies

When the Devil’s hound
Is knockin’ on your doors
I’m blowing down your house
When we’re down on all fours