[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
[00:23.324]
[00:26.546](Drown, drown)
[00:31.901](Drown, drown)
[00:36.173]
[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
[00:59.445]
[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
[01:23.444]
[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
[01:51.461]
[01:52.587]Let them drown (Drown)
[01:56.281]Let them drown (Drown)
[01:59.100]Let them drown (Drown, drown)
[02:04.977]
[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
[02:27.934]
[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
[02:51.251]
[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)
[03:27.463]
[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)

作词 : Melanie Martinez/Jeremy Dussolliet/Tim Sommers
作曲 : Melanie Martinez/Jeremy Dussolliet/Tim Sommers
Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which ones deserving to drown
(Drown, drown)
(Drown, drown)
Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done
Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned
All of our sisters were killed and abused
By sword-swinging men who would always accuse
The worst of a woman who fights for our right
To be where we belong at the front of the line
Tired of silence and being polite
Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night
Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which ones deserving to drown
Don't feel bad when these ****ers all drown
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown, drown)
Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress
Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess
They steal the resources, destroy all the land
Belittle the power of the feminine hand
The milk from the rivers of every moon
Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb
Bury their souls in a cove by the light
Celestial dip all that ego and pride
Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which ones deserving to drown
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown)
Let them drown (Drown, drown)
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut 'em off, leave waters red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut 'em off, leave water's red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan (Drink from the leche of sirens)
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut 'em off, leave water's red (Summon the sailors in town)
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan (Strangle the fear of deciding)
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut 'em off, leave water's red (Which ones deserving to drown)
(Don't feel bad when these ****ers all drown)