Lyrics:
Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa ohStumble in some ambulance soPre-dawn corpses come to lifeArmies of the dead surviveArmies of the hungry onesOnly-ones, lonely-onesRipped up like shredded-wheatOnly-ones, lonely-onesBe a sort of human picnicThis ain't no love-inThis ain't no happeningThis ain't no feeling in my armWhoa Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa ohYou think you're a zombie, you think it's a sceneFrom some monster magazineWell, open your eyes too lateThis ain't no fantasy, boyThis ain't no love-inThis ain't no happeningThis ain't no feeling in my arm