Misfits - Night of the Living Dead lyrics
[Misfits - Night of the Living Dead lyrics]
No
Stumble in somnambulance, so
Pre dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead survivin'
Armies of the hungry ones
Only ones, lonely ones
Ripped up like shredded wheat
Only ones, lonely ones
Be a sort of human picnic
This ain’t no lovin'
This ain’t no happenin'
This ain't no feelin' in my arm
Oh no
Oh oh
You think you're a zombie
You think it's a scene
Some monster magazine, well
Open your eyes too late
This ain't no fantasy for
This ain't no lovin'
This ain't no happenin'
This ain't no feeling in my arm
Oh oh
No no
No