Текст песни Misfits - Night of the living dead

No oh oh oh oh No oh No 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 No oh oh oh oh No oh No oh No oh You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene From some monster magazine Well, open your eyes 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 No oh oh oh oh No oh No oh No oh No oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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