Blue Black (Live in Tokyo) Lyrics

Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart outThere'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 lossBlue black
Maybe you got something
But the flowers grew backAnd was it familiar when you touched my sister
God, I don't think there's a word for thatBlue black
Maybe you got something
But the flowers grew backI 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 beatingBlue black
Maybe you got something
But the flowers grew backEat your words, eat your hat
Eat your words, eat your heart outI 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
You can't take it with you
Songwriters
NOVA, HEATHERPublished by
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