Night
Of The Living Dead
The misfits
Lyrics
- Night Of The Living Dead by
The misfits
(Warning
!!! Lyrical Content may offend)
whoa oh oh oh whoa oh whoa 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
whoa whoa oh whoa oh whoa 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 ain't no happening
this ain't no feeling in my arm
whoa whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh