Misfits - Night of the Living Dead lyrics

[Misfits - Night of the Living Dead lyrics]

No, oh oh, whoa oh no
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

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