Cifra de The Feminine Urge - The Last Dinner Party
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Primeiro acorde: Bm 8 acordes identificados
[Verso 1]
Bm
Mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl
Til my lungs fill
Bm
And push me down
I'm only here for your entertainment
[Refrão]
I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hand?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
D
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
Gm
I can't win them all
[Verso 2]
Bm
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
Bm
The curse of her
A Em
I- I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
[Refrão]
I am a dark red liver
Stretched out on the rocks
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge
I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hand?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
D
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
Gm
I can't win them all
[Refrão]
I am a dark red liver (ooh)
Stretched out on the rocks (oh-oh-ooh)
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
(ooh-oh-ooh-ooh)
Here comes the feminine urge
I know it so well (oh-oh-ooh)
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Give me that dark red liquor
Stretched out on the rocks
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge
I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held