Zombie Jamie T
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[Verse 1]
Lo, she's seas apart from me
Possessed behind the eyes
Well, 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
Well, you're not the only one around here
That needs a bit of fresh air
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a sad sack post-teen
Caught up in the love machine
No dream, come clean, walking like a zombie
Like a zombie
And I'm a coal train, fast lane
Caught up in the dirty rain
No pain, no gain, walking like a zombie
Like a zombie
[Verse 2]
Well, this old place here, man, it's falling apart
She's on the road, there 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 bloodshot eyes and there's blood in my teeth
I got a ripped-up jacket and a friend who's a thief
Well, I'ma coughing out my mouth, trying to pull it out
But the fire inside keeps burning, burning out
Lo, she's seas apart from me
Possessed behind the eyes
Well, 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
Well, you're not the only one around here
That needs a bit of fresh air
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a sad sack post-teen
Caught up in the love machine
No dream, come clean, walking like a zombie
Like a zombie
And I'm a coal train, fast lane
Caught up in the dirty rain
No pain, no gain, walking like a zombie
Like a zombie
[Verse 2]
Well, this old place here, man, it's falling apart
She's on the road, there 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 bloodshot eyes and there's blood in my teeth
I got a ripped-up jacket and a friend who's a thief
Well, I'ma coughing out my mouth, trying to pull it out
But the fire inside keeps burning, burning out
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