Misfits — Night Of The Living Dead lyrics

Lyrics

No oh oh oh oh No oh No oh
Stumble in somnambulance so Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead surviving
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 love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm
No oh No oh No oh
No oh You think you’re a zombie, you think it’s a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes too late
This ain’t no fantasy, boy
This ain’t no love-in
This aint' no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm
No oh No oh No oh
No oh No oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh