Whoa oh oh oh 
Whoa oh 
Whoa oh 

Stumble in somnambulance so 
Pre-dawn [bad word] to life 
Armies of the dead surviving 
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 [now/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 
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh