Lyrics:
No oh oh oh ohNo ohNo ohStumble in somnambulance soPre-dawn corpses come to lifeArmies of the dead survivingArmies 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 armNo ohNo ohNo ohNo 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 aint' no happeningThis ain't no feeling in my armNo ohNo ohNo ohNo ohNo oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh