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He's got a storm cloud over his head said he likes how it lingers
He only listens to the punk rock bands with the deadly singers
He just killed the fifth in this dirt cheap gin, says he's not much of a drinker
But I'm not pointing fingers
'Cause I'm a compulsive manic kinda sad boy dead beat fixer
And he's an undead ringer
So misunderstood, I wanna get inside his head
Something about a guys who's only hanging by a thread
He's only half alive, smokey puppy eyes
He only listens to the punk rock bands with the deadly singers
He just killed the fifth in this dirt cheap gin, says he's not much of a drinker
But I'm not pointing fingers
'Cause I'm a compulsive manic kinda sad boy dead beat fixer
And he's an undead ringer
So misunderstood, I wanna get inside his head
Something about a guys who's only hanging by a thread
He's only half alive, smokey puppy eyes
He's first to say his heard is as black as his coffee
So broken but he's sweeet, holds me tighter than he's jeans
He's my, he's my American zombie
He's my, he's my, he's my American zombie
He's got his Converse tight all around and a chip on his shoulder
I ask him why he gets so damn hot, he says I might understand when I'm oler
God, he looked so lonely, I should let him in my bed
Something about a guys who's only hanging by a thread
So broken but he's sweeet, holds me tighter than he's jeans
He's my, he's my American zombie
He's my, he's my, he's my American zombie
He's got his Converse tight all around and a chip on his shoulder
I ask him why he gets so damn hot, he says I might understand when I'm oler
God, he looked so lonely, I should let him in my bed
Something about a guys who's only hanging by a thread
He's only half alive, smokey puppy eyes
He's first to say his heard is as black as his coffee
So broken but he's sweeet, holds me tighter than he's jeans
He's my, he's my American zombie
It's tragic but he's cool, so pretty that it's cruel
And he can't really seem to keep his cold hands off me
Got poison in his breath but his trying his best
He's my, he's my American zombie
He's my, he's my, he's my American zombie
He's my, he's my, he's my American zombie
He's first to say his heard is as black as his coffee
So broken but he's sweeet, holds me tighter than he's jeans
He's my, he's my American zombie
It's tragic but he's cool, so pretty that it's cruel
And he can't really seem to keep his cold hands off me
Got poison in his breath but his trying his best
He's my, he's my American zombie
He's my, he's my, he's my American zombie
He's my, he's my, he's my American zombie
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