Not Just My Head

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 (4x)

We're all dead when there's nothing left to live for

We'll all be better off dead

'Cause there's nothing left to live for