Tom: D5
     Eat your words, eat your heart out

     Eat your words, eat your heart out
 

  D5                        D5 D5                  D5
     There's not much left,       just my red dress
  B5                   E5         A5
     just this feeling    that I got
  D5                      D5 D5                          D5
     You made me a victim       in your Christmas kitchen
  B5                E5            A5
     it's my memory    it's your loss
     
 
  D5              F#5              G5
     Bleu black,    maybe you got something
               A5           D5
     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
     

  D5                 D5 D5               D5
     Eat your words,       eat your hat
  D5                 D5 D5                   D5
     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.