The American Nightmare - Ice Nine Kills

Intro: N.C. Getting ready for bed at a regular time N.C. Is one of the most important habits you can learn N.C. David has probably never stopped to think what a wonderful thing sleep is N.C. Dreams are normal too N.C. Going to bed at a regular time each night N.C. Makes it easier to go right off to sleep Dm Bb Rest your head, here's a lullaby A Dm A melody for heavy eyes Bb Early to bed, early to die N.C. Welcome to your worst nightmare

[Interlude] Dm Bb A Dm Bb A Verse 1: Dm Fast asleep, it's all in your head now Bb Past the street where they cursed my name A But I won't be forsaken Dm Craven my revenge from the shallow grave Bb Where I went down in flames A Dm The beast has been awakened Pre-chorus: Bb When night comes creeping A My cruel hand will rock you to sleep Chorus: Dm I'm the American nightmare Bb With American dreams A Of countin' the bodies while you count sheep Dm I'm the American nightmare Gm Yeah, I'm living' the dream Bb A I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream Dm Sweet dreams [Interlude] Dm Bb A Dm Bb A Verse 2: Dm Fell in love with hate 'cause evil fit like a glove Bb It's fate that I'm still here A And I won't be forsaken Dm Wicked when I was just a man Bb But sickening now and fed by fear A The beast has been awakened now Dm A They all think it's just pretend You'll never ever sleep again Dm A All your friends are fucking dead You can't turn down your own deathbed Pre-chorus: Bb When night comes creeping A My cruel hand will rock you to sleep Chorus: Dm I'm the American nightmare Bb With American dreams A Of countin' the bodies while you count sheep Dm I'm the American nightmare Gm Yeah, I'm living the dream Bb A Dm Bb A I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream Dm I'm the American nightmare Gm I'm the man of the dreams Bb Where the glove is God A So I'm sinking my claws in the silver scream Bridge: Dm One, two, dreams do come true Three, four, see you at the morgue Dm Five, six, he'll get his fix Seven, eight, now shake the twisted hand of fate Dm No! Now shake the twisted hand of fate Dm All your friends are fucking dead Pre-chorus: Bb When night comes creeping A My cruel hand will rock you to sleep Chorus: Dm I'm the American nightmare Bb With American dreams A Of countin' the bodies while you count sheep Dm I'm the American nightmare Gm Yeah, I'm living the dream Bb A Dm Bb A I'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream Dm I'm the American nightmare Gm I'm the man of your dreams Bb Where the glove is God A So I'm sinking my claws in the silver scream