Milk Of The Siren

Capo: 4th fret Chorus Em D C C Drink from the leche of sirens Em D C C Summon the sailors in town Em D C G Strangle the fear of decidin' Em B Em Em Which one's deservin' to drown [Post-Chorus] Em B (Drown, drown) D A (Drown, drown) [Verse 1] Em B Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done D A Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned Em B All of our sisters were killed and abused D A By sword-swingin' men who would always accuse [Pre-Chorus] Em B The worst of a woman who fights for our right D A To be where we belong at the front of the line Em B Tired of silence and bein' politе A B Your legs turn to shimmerin' scales in thе night Chorus Em D C C Drink from the leche of sirens Em D C C Summon the sailors in town Em D C G Strangle the fear of decidin' Em B Em Em Which one's deservin' to drown Am Em Em Em Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown [Post-Chorus] Em Let them drown (Drown) B Let them drown (Drown) D A Let them drown (Drown, drown) [Verse 2] Em B Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress Bm A Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess Em B They steal the resources, destroy all the land D A Belittle the power of the feminine hand [Pre-Chorus] Em B The milk from the rivers of every moon D A Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb Em B Bury their souls in a cove by the light Am B Celestial dip, all that ego and pride Chorus Em D C C Drink from the leche of sirens Em D C C Summon the sailors in town Em D C G Strangle the fear of decidin' Em B Em Em Which one's deservin' to drown [Post-Chorus] Em Let them drown (Drown) B Let them drown (Drown) D A A Let them drown (Drown, drown) Outro B C Nothing wrong with a little havoc B Em It's fun when shit hits the fan B C So guillotine their heads by shoutin' B Em "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" B C Nothing wrong with a little havoc B Em It's fun when shit hits the fan B C So guillotine their heads by shoutin' B Em "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" B C Nothing wrong with a little havoc B Em It's fun when shit hits the fan (Drink from the leche of sirens) B C So guillotine their heads by shoutin' B Em "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" (Summon the sailors in town) B C Nothing wrong with a little havoc B Em It's fun when shit hits the fan (Strangle the fear of deciding) B C So guillotine their heads by shoutin' B Em "Cut 'em off, leave waters red" (Which ones deserving to drown) N.C. (Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown)