**Note they play it with power chords**
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 artist’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
(c’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
