MISFITS - Night Of The Living Dead lyrics

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Whoa oh oh oh<br>Whoa oh<br>Whoa oh<br><br>Stumble in somnambulance so<br>Pre-dawn corpses come to life<br>Armies of the dead surviving<br>Armies of the hungry ones<br><br>Only-ones, lonely-ones<br>Ripped up like shredded-wheat<br>Only-ones, lonely-ones<br>Be a sort of human picnic<br><br>This ain't no love-in<br>This ain't no happening<br>This ain't no feeling in my arm<br><br>Whoa<br>Whoa oh<br>Whoa oh<br>Whoa oh<br><br>You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene<br>From some monster magazine<br>Well, open your eyes [now/too late]<br>This ain't no fantasy, boy<br><br>This ain't no love-in<br>This ain't no happening<br>This ain't no feeling in my arm<br><br>Whoa<br>Whoa oh<br>Whoa oh<br>Whoa oh<br>Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh