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-oneslonely-ones

Ripped up like shredded-wheat

Only-oneslonely-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 zombieyou think it s a scene

From some monster magazine

Wellopen your eyes [now/too late

This ain t no fantasyboy

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

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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