Текст песни Misfits - Night of The Living Dead
Misfits - Night of The Living Dead слова песни
Whoa oh oh ohWhoa ohWhoa ohStumble in somnambulance soPre-dawn corpses come to lifeArmies of the dead survivingArmies of the hungry onesOnly-ones, lonely-onesRipped up like shredded-wheatOnly-ones, lonely-onesBe a sort of human picnicThis aint no love-inThis aint no happeningThis aint no feeling in my armWhoaWhoa ohWhoa ohWhoa ohYou think youre a zombie, you think its a sceneFrom some monster magazineWell, open your eyes [now/too late]This aint no fantasy, boyThis aint no love-inThis aint no happeningThis aint no feeling in my armWhoaWhoa ohWhoa ohWhoa ohWhoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh