Night Of The Living Dead Lyrics

Night Of The Living Dead lyrics

[Originally by The Misfits]



Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh 



Stumble in some ambulance 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 



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 



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 happening 

This ain't no feeling in my arm