The cougar in alley always on nightly prowl
To find the sweetest thing to suck its fangs into
With healthy appetite to swallow and to chew
As the hunt continues deep in the forest foul

Searching all the corners to find the freshest food
The succulent tasting that will rub out welcome
That can only suffer through the fruitless venom
To smack the history of the cougar's own good

As the prowl is intense, and the stomach grumbles
For the next homicide, the next blood appetite
To conquer the hunger in the light that's so bright

Scouring the vast region without any fumbles
To find intensity in the warm killing spree
As the body gets shakes in the hunting degree