The storm
Bm
The storm has come and gone
E A F#m
and you sit alone in the kitchen after the screaming ‘n shouting is all done …
D E A
Just like it was … in your daddy’s place.
Bm E
My face still hurts from the night before,
A F#m
your slapping and ranting and banging on the door …
D E A
Just like it was … in your daddy’s place.
A
But this ain’t your daddy’s place
E
this ain’ t your daddy’s face
G D
I ain’t no punching bag, my heart ain’t made of rags
A
sad to say but it’s true
E
you treat me like they treated you
G D
Am I to blame for your pain, do you want to beat on again …
E A
Then, call me your best friend …
Music …. A,E,G,D
E A
Then, call me your best friend …
Love turns to confusion in a painful procedure …
followed by another one of your wild violent seizures …
Just like it was in your daddy’s place
I try to understand ‘cause you a product of the man ...
you don’t experience much love …
and I don’t know if you can …
Just like it was in your daddy’s place
But this ain’t your daddy’s place …
this ain’ t your daddy’s face …
I ain’t no punching bag …
my heart ain’t made of rags …
sad to say but it’s true …
you treat me like they treated you …
Am I to blame for your pain,
do you want to beat on again …
Then, call me your best friend …
Music ….
And then call me your best friend …
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