[00:00.000] 作词 : Melanie Martinez/Jeremy Dussolliet/Tim Sommers
[00:00.586] 作曲 : Melanie Martinez/Jeremy Dussolliet/Tim Sommers
[00:01.173]Drink from the leche of sirens
[00:06.881]Summon the sailors in town
[00:13.253]Strangle the fear of deciding
[00:18.996]Which ones deserving to drown
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[00:26.546](Drown, drown)
[00:31.901](Drown, drown)
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[00:36.638]Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done
[00:42.122]Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
[00:47.948]All of our sisters were killed and abused
[00:53.653]By sword-swinging men who would always accuse
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[00:59.854]The worst of a woman who fights for our right
[01:05.888]To be where we belong at the front of the line
[01:11.541]Tired of silence and being polite
[01:17.781]Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night
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[01:23.898]Drink from the leche of sirens
[01:29.424]Summon the sailors in town
[01:35.106]Strangle the fear of deciding
[01:41.176]Which ones deserving to drown
[01:46.461]Don't feel bad when these ****ers all drown
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[01:52.587]Let them drown (Drown)
[01:56.281]Let them drown (Drown)
[01:59.100]Let them drown (Drown, drown)
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[02:05.312]Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress
[02:10.489]Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess
[02:16.515]They steal the resources, destroy all the land
[02:22.223]Belittle the power of the feminine hand
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[02:28.473]The milk from the rivers of every moon
[02:34.206]Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb
[02:40.164]Bury their souls in a cove by the light
[02:45.846]Celestial dip all that ego and pride
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[02:52.030]Drink from the leche of sirens
[02:58.021]Summon the sailors in town
[03:03.439]Strangle the fear of deciding
[03:09.824]Which ones deserving to drown
[03:14.262]
[03:14.585]Let them drown (Drown)
[03:19.025]Let them drown (Drown)
[03:20.869]Let them drown (Drown, drown)
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[03:28.570]Nothing wrong with a little havoc
[03:31.939]It's fun when shit hits the fan
[03:34.780]So guillotine their heads by shouting
[03:37.856]Cut 'em off, leave waters red
[03:40.704]Nothing wrong with a little havoc
[03:43.622]It's fun when shit hits the fan
[03:46.467]So guillotine their heads by shouting
[03:49.241]Cut 'em off, leave water's red
[03:52.676]Nothing wrong with a little havoc
[03:55.382]It's fun when shit hits the fan (Drink from the leche of sirens)
[03:58.219]So guillotine their heads by shouting
[04:01.220]Cut 'em off, leave water's red (Summon the sailors in town)
[04:04.531]Nothing wrong with a little havoc
[04:07.185]It's fun when shit hits the fan (Strangle the fear of deciding)
[04:10.059]So guillotine their heads by shouting
[04:13.134]Cut 'em off, leave water's red (Which ones deserving to drown)
[04:16.318](Don't feel bad when these ****ers all drown)