Misfits
Текст песни Night Of The Living Dead

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