Chords
Throwing Stones

Key: F

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
Dm                                                                         A7  
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bb2                            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.
Bb2                                                                    C2  
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bb2         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,
Bb2                            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.
Bb2                                                                    C2  
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bb2         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
        Bb2                                      F5/C  
My inner vision dulled and darkened
     Bb2                            F  
I gave myself away to you,
     Bb2                                 F5/C                      Bb2                      F5/C  
I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground
                  Bb2  
It was you I hoped for and
F5/C  
us I prayed for and
Bb2                                 F5/C  
me that I believed was wrong
          Bb2                         F5/C                                            Bb2  
But now my anger is my best friend and careful,
                             F5/C                         D2  
I may bite your head off.
A7    Bb2  
Dm11                                                                      A7  
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bb2  
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm11                                                                 A7  
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker
          Bb2  
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.