Love, she sees apart from me
Possessed behind the eyes
Apart from the frightening, the moaning the biting
He seemed to be a nice guy
And I know what she thinks when she looks at me,
When she looks with such despair
You’re not the only one around here who needs a bit of fresh airCause I’m a sad sack post teen could have been the love machine
No dream, come clean, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
And I’m a coal train, fast lane, caught up in the dirty rain
No pain, no gain, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
Well, this old place here, man it’s falling apart
She’s on the road as she goes, but she won’t get far
I’m on a show to parole to the toad in the hole
I gotta grow some roots, gotta prop up the bar
I got blood shot eyes, and there’s blood in my teeth
I got a ripped up jacket and a friend who’s a thief
Well I’m a coughin? out my mouth, tryna pull it out
But the fire inside keeps burning, burning out
Cause I’m a sad sack post teen could have been the love machine
No dream, come clean, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
And I’m a coal train, fast lane, caught up in the dirty rain
No pain, no gain, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
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Hold your [B/A]own in the [B/G#]situa[B/G]tion, don’t be a[B/A]fraid to be a [B/G#]frien[B/G]d
Cause I won’t hurt you, girl or leave you a loose end
You make me alive [B/A]enough to love a[B/G#]gain [B/G]
Cause I’m a sad sack post teen could have been the love machine
No dream, come clean, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
And I’m a coal train, fast lane, caught up in the dirty rain
No pain, no gain, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
Cause I’m a sad sack post teen could have been the love machine
No dream, come clean, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
And I’m a coal train, fast lane, caught up in the dirty rain
No pain, no gain, walking like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e
like a zombie-e-e, like a zombie-e-e (with voc. ad lib to fade)
