Night of the Living Dead lyrics

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 happenin'

This ain't no feeling in my arm

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 happenin'

This ain't no feeling in my arm

• Artist:Misfits
• Album:Walk Among Us