The Bodies The Zombies

	  		             D                  G 
I heard your heart's about the size of your fist  
     A                    G 
But that's not true, it's just a myth  
           D                 
It's your brain that's small  
           G            
It's your heart that's big  
      A        G          
And I saw it  
       D              
In an exhibit, baby  
         G             
In the promised land  
            A          
Where your big blue eyes  
            G             
And your artistâ??s hands  
                 D          
Were with your small intestines  
            G           
And your crooked grin  
         A       G                
On the table  
  
D, Bm A G D Bm A G  
                       
D           Bm    
Oh me, oh my!  
                       A                       
Never ever thought that I  
                             G                       
Would see the day you'd sacrifice  
                               G       
The things that made you feel alive  


                      Bm 
Now you are my zombie bride-  
                             A    
With zombie hair and zombie eyes  
                             G     
And zombie hips and zombie lips  
                               D   
That I can't bring myself to kiss  
                        Bm              
I hate this, don't you move to New York  
          A                              
You'll jump off of the bridge again  
       G                     
And I will never see you  

D          Bm                  
Oh me, oh my  
                              
You're not much different  
       A                        
When alive  
                     
You never compromised  
G                        
No, you couldn't empathize  
     G 
And now that you're so dead and all  
    Bm                            
It all just feels so literal  
   A                            
So you can really have my brain  
 G                                  D         
You can really have my heart: it's yours  
        Bm         
If you want it  
  A                
Yours,  
         G 
If you want it  
D                        Bm               
I hate this, don't you move to New York  
         A                            
You'll jump off of the bridge again  
    G            Bm   D        
And I will never see you  
D                      Bm                    
I take it that we're moving too slowly  
     A                        G      
Got a little bit lucky last night  
D                                         
You are a beautiful  
Bm                      
Inhuman being  
  A                       
I follow your un-life  
       G                
From behind my screen  
       D                
And I try to believe it  
       Bm             
But I can't deny  
          A                      
Even the dead don't sleep alone  
         G                           D     
(câ??mon) show me the tissue of your bones  
                        Bm                            
And your hands and your feet  
                          A           
And the people that you meet  
                         G      
And the places that you eat  
                             D 
And how you act in front of me  
                            Bm      
And the way you wear your hair  
                        A       
I swear, I think I understand  
                               G 
The things that make me who I am  
                              
And there's no master plan  
      D  
I'd know  
           Bm   
Oh me, oh my!  
                      A                
Now I'm on the other side of the world  
                G                              D                             
There are so many zombie boys and girls with empty chests and hollow eyes  
 Bm                                A                                         
No, I can't help what I like you look my way  
                  
I start to sigh  
      G  
Who cares if you are dead inside?  
   D       Bm        A   
I don't.     
   G                          D      Bm  A  G  
Doesn't mean that you can't love  
            G                     Bm                   
(you say) I hate this, don't you move to New York  
        A                              
You'll jump off of that bridge again  
       G                                     D                    
With all your brand new un-dead friends and you won't talk to me  
             Bm                   D                                
But you'll write me into songs and maybe I don't want you here  
    G                           
But I don't want you gone!  
              D                             Bm                            A         
Besides I'm trying (and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying)  
      G        D                                 Bm                                 A    
I've been...  trying (I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying I've been trying  
                                       G 
I've been trying I've been trying) to live