MISFITS LYRICS

"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

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!

Thanks to AmericanWaste for correcting these lyrics

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