Night of the Living Dead
Misfits Lyrics

The Misfits's song Night of the Living Dead is a dark and haunting depiction of the rise of the undead. The song opens with a slow and ominous melody, setting the stage for a somber tale of death and destruction. The opening lines, "Stumble in somnambulance so, pre-dawn corpses come to life", describe the eerie and unsettling sight of corpses coming back to life, stumbling around in a half-awake state. The imagery is vivid and macabre, painting a picture of an unfathomable horror.

The song goes on to describe how the dead have risen and formed armies of their own, hungry for the flesh of the living. We hear of the "only-ones" and "lonely-ones" who have been ripped to shreds by these armies, their bodies left scattered like shredded wheat. The lyrics "Be a sort of human picnic" evoke a sense of helplessness and despair, as the living are powerless against the overwhelming force of the undead.

The chorus, "This ain't no love-in, this ain't no happening, this ain't no feeling in my arm", drives home the idea that this is no ordinary horror story. The rise of the undead is not a trendy or fashionable event, but a true and undeniable nightmare. The final lines of the song, "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", leave the listener with a sense of unease and a warning not to take the events of the song lightly.