Throwing Stones

(início)

Tom :Dm
Dm                            A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bbsus2           C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm
There you go again, you cut me off from talking
You bask in the glory, the center of the circle.
All our friends think you are a comedian --
so kind and generous, but I am suffering
Bbsus2    Csus                Bbsus2   Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bbsus2    Gm9
Away from every little thing.
F
Every little thing.
  Gm9                 Am
I used to love your every little thing.
Dm                            A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bbsus2           C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm
You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet,
You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit.
Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around
And make us out to be David and Goliath.
Bbsus2    Csus                Bbsus2   Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bbsus2    Gm9
Away from every little thing.
F
Every little thing.
  Gm9                 Am
I used to love your every little thing.
F    Gm9                      F
Your arms beneath me, your light inside me
  Gm9                               F
I used to love your every little, every little thing.
     Gm9                 F
Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,
      Gm9        Am
Now I hate your every little thing.
Dm    C9     Am                        Dm
Oh    mama I didn't know life was this hard.
Dm    C9       Am                Dm
Oh    mama my innocence has been tarred
   Bbsus2               F5/C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
  Bbsus2           F
I gave myself away to you,
  Bbsus2             F5/C         Bbsus2         F5/C
I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground
       Bbsus2
It was you I hoped for and
F5/C
us I prayed for and
Bbsus2             F5/C
me that I believed was wrong
    Bbsus2          F5/C                 Bbsus2
But now my anger is my best friend and careful,
           F5/C          Dsus2
I may bite your head off.
A7  Bbsus2  Csus
Dm11                           A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bbsus2           Csus
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm11                         A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker
    Bbsus2       Csus
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.