Melanie Martinez – Milk Of The Siren (Guitar)

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

Em     B
(Drown, drown)

D      A
(Drown, drown)

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

    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

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

        Em
Let them drown (Drown)

         B
Let them drown (Drown)

         D             A
Let them drown (Drown, drown)

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

   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

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

        Em
Let them drown (Drown)

        B
Let them drown (Drown)

        D      A            A
Let them drown (Drown, drown)

       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)