Mal Blum - The bodies the zombies

I heard your ^Dheart's about the s^Gize of your fist But t^Ahat's not true, it's ^Gjust a myth It's your b^Drain that's small It's your h^Geart that's big And I ^Asaw it ^G In an e^Dxhibit, baby In the pr^Gomised land Where your b^Aig blue eyes And your art^Gist’s hands Were with your sm^Dall intestines And your cro^Goked grin On the ta^Able ^G

^DOh me, oh my^Bm! Never ever thought that^A I Would see the day you'd sacri^Gfice The things that made you feel a^Glive

Now you are my zombie ^Bmbride- With zombie hair and zombie e^Ayes And zombie hips and zombie li^Gps That I can't bring myself to ki^Dss I hate this, don't you m^Bmove to New York You'll jum^Ap off of the bridge again And I w^Gill never see you

^DOh me, oh m^Bmy You're not much different When al^Aive

^GNo, you couldn't empathize And n^Gow that you're so dead and all It a^Bmll just feels so literal So ^Ayou can really have my brain Y^Gou can really have my heart: it's y^Dours If you w^Bmant it Yo^Aurs, If you wa^Gnt it ^DI hate this, don't you mo^Bmve to New York You'll ju^Amp off of the bridge again And ^GI will never ^Bmsee y^Dou ^DI take it that we're mo^Bmving too slowly Got a^A little bit lucky last ni^Gght ^DYou are a beautiful ^BmInhuman being I ^Afollow your un-life From be^Ghind my screen And I t^Dry to believe it But I c^Bman't deny Even the d^Aead don't sleep alone (c’mon) s^Ghow me the tissue of your bo^Dnes And your hands and your ^Bmfeet And the people that you me^Aet And the places that you e^Gat And how you act in front of m^De And the way you wear your ha^Bmir I swear, I think I under^Astand The things that make me who I a^Gm

I'd kn^Dow Oh me, oh m^Bmy! Now I'm on the other s^Aide of the world There are so man^Gy zombie boys and girls with em^Dpty chests and hollow eyes N^Bmo, I can't help what I like you lo^Aok my way

Who ca^Gres if you are dead inside? I d^Don't. ^{Bm A} Doe^Gsn't mean that you can't lo^Dve ^{Bm A G} (you say) I ^Ghate this, don't you m^Bmove to New York You'll j^Aump off of that bridge again With al^Gl your brand new un-dead friends and y^Dou won't talk to me But you'll wr^Bmite me into songs and^D maybe I don't want you here But ^GI don't want you gone! Besides I'm tr^Dying (and I'm trying and I'm t^Bmrying and I'm trying and I'm t^Arying and I'm trying) I've b^Geen... t^Drying (I've been trying I've been ^Bmtrying I've been trying I've been t^Arying I've been trying I've been trying) to l^Give