No oh
No
No

Stumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead survive
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 lovin'
This ain't no happiness'
This ain't no feeling in my arm

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
From some monster magazine, well
Open your eyes now
Too late, no fantasy, cuz

This ain't no lovin'
This ain't no happiness'
This ain't no feeling in my arm

Oh
No
No oh
No
No