מילים לשיר Night Of The Living Dead – 88 Fingers Louie

Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh Stumble in some ambulance so
PreArmies of the dead survive
Armies of the hungry ones OnlyRipped up like shreddedOnlyBe a sort of human picnic This ain't no loveThis 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 loveThis ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm.