Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa ohStumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead surviving
Armies of the hungry onesOnly-ones, lonely-ones
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnicThis ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my armWhoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa ohYou think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes [now/too late]
This ain't no fantasy, boyThis ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my armWhoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Songwriters
BAILEY, CHRISTOPHER TODD / GADZIG, RICK / HALLMAN, KENNY / NEMES, RICK / RUSSELL, STEVEPublished by
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