Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart out
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
There's not much left, just my red dress
Bm Em A
just this feeling that I got
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
Bm Em A
it's my memory it's your loss
D F#m G
Bleu black, maybe you got something
A D
but the flowers grew back
And was it familiar when you toched my sister
God, I don't think there's a word for that
Blue black, maybe you got something
but the flowers grew black
I gave it away, whore for a day
It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
But you never got my virgin heart
It stayed locked up, it's still beating
Blue black, maybe you got something
but the flowers grew black
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Eat your words, eat your hat
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Eat your words, eat your heart out
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you.