Отключить рекламу[Chorus]
Em D CDrink from the leche of sirens
Em D CSummon the sailors in town
Em D C GStrangle the fear of decidin'
Em B7 EmWhich one's deservin' to drown
[Post-Chorus]
Em B/Eb...(Drown,.....drown)
D A/C#..(Drown,.....drown)
[Verse 1]
Em B/EbEngraved in our memory, the harm that was done
D A/C#Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
Em B/EbAll of our sisters were killed and abused
D A/C#By sword-swingin' men who would always accuse
[Pre-Chorus]
Em B/EbThe worst of a woman who fights for our right
D A/C#To be where we belong at the front of the line
C Am B7Tired of silence and bein' polite
Am B7Your legs turn to shimmerin' scales in th? night
[Chorus]
Em D CDrink from the leche of sirens
Em D CSummon the sailors in town
Em D C GStrangle the fear of decidin'
Em B7 EmWhich ones deservin' to drown
Em B7 EmDon't feel bad when these ******* all drown
[Post-Chorus]
EmLet them drown (Drown)
B/EbLet them drown (Drown)
D A/C#Let them drown (Drown,.....drown)
[Verse 2]
Em B/EbTenderness worn on the skin like a dress
D A/C#Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess
Em B/EbThey steal the resources, destroy all the land
D B/EbBelittle the power of the feminine hand
[Pre-Chorus]
Em B/EbThe milk from the rivers of every moon
D A/C#Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb
C Am B7Bury their souls in a cove by the light
Am B7Celestial dip, all that ego and pride
[Chorus]
Em D CDrink from the leche of sirens
Em D CSummon the sailors in town
Em D C GStrangle the fear of decidin'
Em B7 EmWhich ones deservin' to drown
[Post-Chorus]
EmLet them drown (Drown)
B/EbLet them drown (Drown)
D A/C#Let them drown (Drown,.....drown)
[Outro]
CNothing wrong with a little havoc
B7 EmIt's fun when **** hits the fan
B7 CSo guillotine their heads by shoutin'
B7 Em"Cut 'em off, leave waters red"
B7 CNothing wrong with a little havoc
B7 EmIt's fun when **** hits the fan
B7 CSo guillotine their heads by shoutin'
B7 Em"Cut 'em off, leave waters red"
B7 CNothing wrong with a little havoc
B7 EmIt's fun when **** hits the fan (Drink from the leche of sirens)
B7 CSo guillotine their heads by shoutin'
B7 Em"Cut 'em off, leave waters red" (Summon the sailors in town)
B7 CNothing wrong with a little havoc
B7 EmIt's fun when **** hits the fan (Strangle the fear of deciding)
B7 CSo guillotine their heads by shoutin'
B7 Em"Cut 'em off, leave waters red" (Which ones deserving to drown)
(Don't feel bad when these ******* all drown)
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