Melanie Martinez - 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)