Night of The Living Dead — текст песни (misfits)

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 aint no love-in

This aint no happening

This aint no feeling in my arm



Whoa

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Whoa oh



You think youre a zombie, you think its a scene

From some monster magazine

Well, open your eyes [now/too late]

This aint no fantasy, boy



This aint no love-in

This aint no happening

This aint 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