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88 Fingers Louie lyrics - Night of the living dead



Lyrics:


  
   Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh
  
  Stumble in some ambulance 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 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
  


88 Fingers Louie lyrics - Night of the living dead


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