Night of the Living Dead

Текст песни Misfits - Night of the Living Dead

[Intro]
No oh
No
No

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
This ain’t no lovin'
This ain’t no happening
This ain't no feelin' in my arm

[Bridge]
No
No
Oh
Oh

[Verse 2]
You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
Some monster magazine, well
Open your eyes, too late, no fantasy, cause

[Chorus]
This ain't no lovin'
This ain't no happiness'
This ain't no feeling in my arm
[Outro]
Oh
No
No oh
No
No