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Night Of The Living Dead (Live At The Ritz, New York City/1981) - 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 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
Whoa
You think you're a zombie
You think it's a scene
From some monster magazine
They want to lane
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
Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh oh oh