Night of the Living Dead Lyrics

horus
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
[Pre Chorus}
This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm
horus
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
From some monster magazine
n[
Well, open your eyes ow/too late]
This ain't no fantasy, boy
Pre horus
This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm
horus
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa
Whoa oh oh oh Oh