whoa oh oh oh 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-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 whoa 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 whoa whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh