Not Just My Head - 88 Fingers Louie

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