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Night of the Living Dead lyrics

Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

Stumble in some ambulance, 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 ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling
In my arm

Whoa oh oh 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

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