Lyric Night Of The Living Dead - Misfits

Lyric Song Night Of The Living Dead: 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 oneslonely ones

Ripped up like shredded wheat

Only oneslonely 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 zombieyou think it s a scene

From some monster magazine

Wellopen your eyes nowtoo late

This ain t no fantasyboy

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