Abercrombie Zombie

Behind the bar, it's not a punk song
You've got me all wrong
Get out the frame, it's not the same
Just let Alex on stage
He lit the can, stuck under half
It's not part of the plan
Is it fish or fruit?
Just watch cartoons
I documented the proof

I often can't remember who's who
And I'm hardly ever into the mood
Raise a hand and rose for the dead
These memories have a taste for the flesh

Sympathy for spiders
I am catching my reflection in the act
God bless that sponge
It caught the scent of a lesser stag
Kink-shame the reggae pages
Matching strats and killing the cats
Still feeling drunk
Our only asset is half of what we had

I often can't remember what's said
And I hardly ever get out of bed
Raise a hand and rose for the dead
These memories have a taste for the flesh

Lurk in the shadows
It was hard to watch at a point in time
Downcline the chain order
These socks and flops have half a mind
Full-time with half lines
My love came and went
There's nothing left
It's off to the press
And my best guess is that I am seeing red

I often can't remember what's said
And I hardly ever get out of bed
Raise a hand and rose for the dead
These memories have a taste for the flesh