american zombie

He's got a storm cloud over his head
Says he likes how it lingers
He only listens to punk rock bands with a dead lead singer
He just killed a fifth of some dirt cheap gin
Say's he's not much of a drinker
But I'm not pointing fingers
Cuz I'm a compulsive, manic kinda sad-boy, deadbeat fixer
And he's an undead ringer

So misunderstood I wanna get inside his head
Something bout a guy who's only hanging by a thread

He's only half alive
With smokey puppy eyes
He swears to god his heart is as black as his coffee
So broken but he's sweet
Holds me tighter than his 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 tied all wrong

And a chip on his shoulder
I ask him why he gets so damn high
He says I might understand when I'm older

God he looks so lonely I should let him in my bed
Something bout a guy who's only hanging by a thread

He's only half alive
With smokey puppy eyes
He swears to god his heart is as black as his coffee
So broken but he's sweet
Holds me tighter than his jeans
He's my, he's my american zombie

He's tragic but he's cool
So pretty that's it cruel
And he can't really seem to keep his cold hands off me
Got poison on his breath
But he's 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