Hunting Humans Misfits Intro.: D# F Verso 1 [A#] Upon this[D] threshold of [D#]disaster [A#] The birth of [D]the eleventh [D#]plague [A#] The fires [A]burn at night I[G] begin to [F]doubt The smell of burning [D#]flesh Will ever fade [F]away Verso 2 [A#] The touch of [D]death is all [D#]around us [A#] A thousands [D]corpses block our w[D#]ay [A#] A man-made [A]germs makes [G]almost everyon[F]e commit s[D#]uicide Just to rise and eat their [F]dead [D#]Night of the living [F]dead Refrao [A#] W (azchords.com)