Melanie Martinez - MILK OF THE SIREN Chords

[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)