88 Fingers Louie - Night Of The Living Dead Lyrics

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Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh 

Stumble in some subnomulance well
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 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

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lyrics submitted on 04-12-2004
lyrics corrected by Paul on 30-05-2006