Mal Blum - The Bodies The Zombies Chords

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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 
 
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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