Night Of The Living Dead lyrics

Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh

Stumble in some ambulance 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 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
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