[Intro]
No, oh-oh, whoa-oh
No
No

[Verse 1]
Stumble in somnambulance, oh
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead survivin'
Armies of the hungry ones

[Pre-Chorus]
(Only ones, lonely ones)
Ripped up like shredded wheat
(Only ones, lonely ones)
Be a sort of human picnic

[Chorus]
This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happenin'
This ain't no feelin' in my arm
No, no, no, no

[Verse 2]
You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
Or some monster magazine, well
Open your eyes too late
This ain't no fantasy, well
[Chorus]
This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happenin'
This ain't no feeling in my arm
No, no, no, no