Melanie Martinez - MILK OF THE SIREN: chords

Chorus:
G#m            F#        E
Drink from the leche of sirens
G#m        F#          E
Summon the sailors in town
G#m          F#         E B
Strangle the fear of decidin'
G#m           D#/G        G#m
Which one's deservin' to drown

G#m     D#/G
(Drown, drown)
F#      C#/F
(Drown, drown)

G#m                          D#/G
Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done
    F#                         C#/F
Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
G#m                      D#/G
All of our sisters were killed and abused
    F#                          C#/F
By sword-swingin' men who would always accuse

    G#m                   D#/G
The worst of a woman who fights for our right
   F#                         C#/F
To be where we belong at the front of the line
E                     D#
Tired of silence and bein' polite
     C#m                       D#
Your legs turn to shimmerin' scales in the night

Chorus

Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown

          G#m
Let them drown (Drown)
         D#/G
Let them drown (Drown)
          F#            C#/F
Let them drown (Drown, drown)

Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress
Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess
They steal the resources, destroy all the land
Belittle the power of the feminine hand

The milk from the rivers of every moon
Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb
Bury their souls in a cove by the light
Celestial dip, all that ego and pride

Chorus

Let them drown
Let them drown
Let them drown
Let them drown (Drown, drown)

         D#           E
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
      D#/G          G#m
It's fun when shit hits the fan
    D#               E
So guillotine their heads by shoutin'
D#/G                  G#m
"Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

Nothin' wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shoutin'
"Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

Nothin' wrong with a little havoc
(Drink from the leche of sirens)
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shoutin'
(Summon the sailors in town)
"Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

Nothin' wrong with a little havoc
(Strangle the fear of decidin')
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shoutin'
(Which ones deservin' to drown)
"Cut 'em off, leave waters red"
(Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown)