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 You don't listen to a single word We say things get rougher Everyday fuckin' arrogance drivin' me crazy Get back in the mold And do just what we're told We cry for change you think We're crazy it's not just my head [x4] We're all dead when there's nothing left to live for We'll all be better off dead Cuz there's nothing left to live for