Zombie Maker

[Verse 1]
Hold a cold rag back of the neck
I know why the French call it little death
Couple drops of blood, bathroom tile
Checkerboard tile, blame in my head
Your name's still on pizza box receipts
Hey your name's still on pizza box receipts
Hey your name's still on pizza box receipts
Hey your name's still on pizza b-
I like the way you bleed
I like the way you make me like the way I bleed
I like the way you see. I like the way you grind your teeth
(Da-da-di)

[Refrain]
Tiny, little zombie crawlin' in my sleep
Talkin' like it's cheap. Sayin' things to me
I'm a zombie-maker, tripped and killed a saint
How dare I kill a saint? They're so hard to make

[Chorus]
Saint-maker's in a bad dream, Galileo
Touch-and-go, Galileo
Living room, funeral, Galileo
Touch-and-go, tadpole, Galileo
Orange sun, summer sky, dim light, Galileo
Bad dreams, Galileo
Living room, funeral, touch-and-go
Orange Sun, dim light, Galileo

[Verse 2]
I'm not inspired like a man with a dead wife
Turn you into a dull ache
Useless like a rifle to a dead spy
I miss you like a dull ache
White denim with the red eyes
Strawberry stain, white paper plate
Fourth of July, every third June
Apple for an eye, apple of my eye, eye for a-
Summer night holds, different kind of moon
Different kind of moon, Mr. High June
Summer night holds, different kind of moon

[Refrain]
Tiny little zombie crawlin' in my sleep
Talkin' like it's cheap, sayin' things to me
I'm a zombie-maker, tripped and killed a saint
How dare I kill a Saint? They're so hard to make

[Chorus]
Saint-maker's in a bad dream, Galileo
Touch-and-go, Galileo
Living room, funeral, Galileo
Touch-and-go, tadpole, Galileo
Orange sun, summer sky, dim light, Galileo
Bad dreams, Galileo
Living room, funeral, touch-and-go
Orange Sun, dim light, Galileo

[Outro]
Balance every ounce of grace with a drop-or-two of liquor
Bless it with the snowflake and then hit it with the mixer
Zombie-maker, zombie-maker got my finger on the trigger
A lover is a lover as a killer is a killer
Hot and cold like Christmas Eve was deep in the summer
Breathe and I wonder what kind of uncle I'd see in my brother
Get it together and put it back piece by piece with my lover
And be the hunter that they need while never feedin' my hunger
The orange sun shine, and the evenings bright
And a sunflower never turns on what feeds it light
But Jesus Christ I'm a heathen, a fiend in the night
And fear awakens the beast and the demons inside
I'm afraid you'll see me and reveal the disguise
Swallow a heart whole, baby, conceal the device
It's the orgasm from hell but the feeling was nice
It's easy to see you're the only reason I write
She said, "Samy is it only real to you if you can hold it?
Why you choose to see this as a burden to cope with?
Don't you think it's beautiful and worthy of focus?"
I said, "I'm tongue-tied as fuck, they should've sent a poet"