Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh
Stumble in some ambulance 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 love-in This 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 love-in This ain't no happening This ain't no feeling in my arm
Whoa Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |