Misfits Night Of The Living Dead

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