American Zombie chords by LøLø

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Key: Db

Intro:
 G  | Bm    A  : 2x


Verse 1:
             G                   Bm            A               G     Bm     A
He's got a storm cloud over his head, says he likes how it lingers
         G                    Bm           A            G     Bm     A
He only listens to punk rock bands with a dead lead singer
                  G                        Bm             A                 G
He just killed a fifth of some dirt-cheap gin, says he's not much of a drinker
                         Bm
But I'm not pointing fingers
  A           G                      Bm      A           G
'Cause I'm a compulsive manic kinda sad boy dead beat fixer
                       Bm     A
And he's an undead ringer

Pre-Chorus:
 D
So misunderstood, I wanna get inside his head
 D                                N.C.
Something 'bout a guy who's only hanging by a thread


Chorus:
G                 D                      Bm
 He's only half alive, with smokey puppy eyes
                      A                        G
He swears to God his heart is as black as his coffee
                      D                               Bm
So broken, but he's sweet, holds mе tighter than his jeans
          A                G
He's my, hе's my American zombie (He's my—)


Post-Chorus:
D
 He's my—
Bm         A              G      Bm    A
 He's my American zombie


Verse 2:
              G                  Bm          A               G
He's got his Converse tied all wrong and a chip on his shoulder
  Bm        A          G                     Bm            A               G     Bm     A
I ask him why he gets so damn high, he says I might understand when I'm older


Pre-Chorus:
 D
God, he looks so lonely, I should let him in my bed
 D                                N.C.
Something 'bout a guy who's only hanging by a thread


Chorus:
G                 D                      Bm
 He's only half alive, with smokey puppy eyes
                      A                        G
He swears to God his heart is as black as his coffee
                      D                               Bm
So broken, but he's sweet, holds mе tighter than his jeans
          A                G
He's my, hе's my American zombie
                       D                          Bm
It's tragic, but he's cool, so pretty that it's cruel
                     A                          G
And he can't really seem to keep his cold hands off me
                    D                          Bm
Got poison on his breath, but he's trying his best
          A                G
He's my, he's my American zombie (He's my—)


Outro:
D
 He's my—
Bm         A
 He's my American zombie
G
 He's my—
D
 He's my—
Bm         A
 He's my American zombie


Ending: G  | Bm    A  : 2x