I might make a gotg edit of the song milk of the siren

Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of deciding
Which one's deserving to 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 fuckers all drown
Let them drown
Let them drown
Let them 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
Let them drown
Let them 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 (drink from the leche of sirens)
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting (summon the sailors in town)
Cut 'em off, leave water's red
Nothing wrong with a little havoc (strangle the fear of deciding)
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting (which ones deserving to drown)
Cut 'em off, leave water's red
(Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown)

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