Tom: D
     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.