88 fingers louie - 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

thanks to abia (tooyoungtoorock@hotmail.com) for these lyrics