Night of the Living Dead

Stumble in some ambulance 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 lovin'

This ain't no happening

This ain't no feeling in my armYou think you're a Zombie, you think it's a scene

From some monster magazine

Well, opened your eyes, too late

This ain't no fantasy, boyThis ain't no lovin'

This ain't no happening

This ain't no feeling in my arm