Throwing Stones

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                
Away from here, I want to be 
Bbsus2   Csus2
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,
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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                
Away from here, I want to be 
Bbsus2   Csus2
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                            
I used to love your every little, 
   F
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                 
Oh    mama I didn't know life 
       Dm
was this hard.
Dm    C9       Am                
Oh    mama my innocence has been 
Dm
tarred

   Bbsus2               F5/C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
  Bbsus2           F
I gave myself away to you,
  Bbsus2             F5/C         
I felt my sorrow humble me and 
Bbsus2         F5/C
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          
But now my anger is my best friend
       Bbsus2
 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.