the running dogs on the street

The running dogs in a pack

On the street lazing around

Don't try to disturb these dogs

They don't like it at all

They don't have a base

They have lost in their battles

Chase out of their own territory

Now living in nearby housing estates

The mites and fleas will chase these dogs

Attack it with slow pick up paces

Once it has found its targets

These dogs will slowly suffer in scratches

Don't think of rabid dogs

They will run amok to get victims

The dog hunters will step up gears

Hunting these dogs of bad disease

The running dogs in a pack

Lazing under shades let the world fly

They have no homes or masters

They are the loose cannons