Eat your words, eat your heart out

Eat your words, eat your heart out



There's not much left, just my red dress

just this feeling that I got

You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen

it's my memory it's your loss



Bleu black, maybe you got something

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



Eat your words, eat your hat

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.