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