Misfits - Night of the Living Dead (9/5/80 master sound prod. session D) lyrics

No oh No No Stumble in somnambulance so Pre-dawn corpses come to life Armies of the dead survive 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 lovin' This ain't no happiness This ain't no feeling in my arm No No Oh Oh You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene From some monster magazine, well Open your eyes now Too late, no fantasy, cuz This ain't no lovin' This ain't no happiness' This ain't no feeling in my arm Oh No No oh No No