Dedicar Letra Night of the living dead de Misfits

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