Lyric 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