Chorus: Abm Gb E E Drink from the leche of sirens Abm Gb E E Summon the sailors in town Abm Gb E B Strangle the fear of decidin' Abm Eb Abm Abm Which one's deservin' to drown Post-Chorus: Abm Eb -Drown, drown- Gb Db -Drown, drown- Verse 1: Abm Eb Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done Gb Db Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned Abm Eb All of our sisters were killed and abused Gb Db By sword-swingin' men who would always accuse Pre-Chorus: Abm Eb The worst of a woman who fights for our right Gb Db To be where we belong at the front of the line Abm Eb Tired of silence and bein' politе Db Eb Your legs turn to shimmerin' scales in thе night Chorus: Abm Gb E E Drink from the leche of sirens Abm Gb E E Summon the sailors in town Abm Gb E B Strangle the fear of decidin' Abm Eb Abm Abm Which one's deservin' to drown Dbm Abm Abm Abm Don't feel bad when these xxxxers all drown Post-Chorus: Abm Let them drown -Drown- Eb Let them drown -Drown- Gb Db Let them drown -Drown, drown- Verse 2: Abm Eb Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress Ebm Db Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess Abm Eb They steal the resources, destroy all the land Gb Db Belittle the power of the feminine hand Pre-Chorus: Abm Eb The milk from the rivers of every moon Gb Db Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb Abm Eb Bury their souls in a cove by the light Dbm Eb Celestial dip, all that ego and pride Chorus: Abm Gb E E Drink from the leche of sirens Abm Gb E E Summon the sailors in town Abm Gb E B Strangle the fear of decidin' Abm Eb Abm Abm Which one's deservin' to drown Post-Chorus: Abm Let them drown -Drown- Eb Let them drown -Drown- Gb Db Db Let them drown -Drown, drown- Outro: Eb E Nothing wrong with a little havoc Eb Abm It's fun when xxxx hits the fan Eb E So guillotine their heads by shoutin' Eb Abm "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" Eb E Nothing wrong with a little havoc Eb Abm It's fun when xxxx hits the fan Eb E So guillotine their heads by shoutin' Eb Abm "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" Eb E Nothing wrong with a little havoc Eb Abm It's fun when xxxx hits the fan -Drink from the leche of sirens- Eb E So guillotine their heads by shoutin' Eb Abm "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" -Summon the sailors in town- Eb E Nothing wrong with a little havoc Eb Abm It's fun when xxxx hits the fan -Strangle the fear of deciding- Eb E So guillotine their heads by shoutin' Eb Abm "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" -Which ones deserving to drown- -nc- -Don't feel bad when these xxxxers all drown-
