My Day Was So Mundane, I Don't
Think I Left The House
Drank A Pot Of Coffee, Tried To
Write, Nothing Came Out
Somehow, It's The Weekend, I'm Still
Bored Out Of My Skull
And I Went To The Party But
Only On Principle
Empty, Look At Me
I'm A Zombie In My Body, I'm A
Train Off Of The Track
I Feel Dirty, I Feel Rotten, And The
Colors Are All Flat
I'm A Sad Shell Of A Woman And I've
Got Maggots For Brains
But That's Just A Thing That
Happens When My
When My Baby Goes Away
When My Baby Goes Away
He Goes Away
Everything Feels Moldy Like The
Fruit That's In My Fridge
And Everything That's Funny, I Wish
I Could Tell To Him
And Sometimes, At A Low Point, I Even
Wish For Tragedy
'Cause I Know He'd Come Ovеr And Take
Real Good Care Of Mе
It's So Weird, He's Not Here
I'm A Zombie In My Body, I'm A
Train Off Of The Track
I Feel Dirty, I Feel Rotten,
And The Colors Are All Flat
I'm A Sad Shell Of A Woman And I've
Got Maggots For Brains
But That's Just A Thing
That Happens When My
When My Baby Goes Away
When My Baby Goes Away
He Goes Away, Oh
What Can I Do
But Think Of You?
But Think Of You? But
Think Of You?
What Can I Do
But Think Of You? All I Can Do
But Think Of You? But Think Of
I'm A Zombie In My Body, I'm A
Train Off Of The Track
I Feel Dirty, I Feel Rotten,
And The Colors Are All Flat
I'm A Sad Shell Of A Woman
And I've Got Maggots
For Brains
But That's Just A Thing
That Happens When My
When My Baby Goes Away
What Can I Do When My Baby Goes Away
But Think Of You?
But Think Of You? Away, When
My Baby Goes Away
What Can I Do When My Baby Goes Away
But Think Of You?
But Think Of You? Away
