No oh
No
No
Stumble in somnambulance 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 lovin'
This ain’t no happening
This ain't no feelin' in my arm
No
No
Oh
Oh