Аккорды The Last Dinner Party - The Feminine Urge

[Verse 1]
Bm
  A room at dusk
              A
Mastering the art of lying still
        Em
Breathe like a girl
    G
Til my lungs fill
Bm
  Oh pull your boots on boys
    A
And push me down
    Em                      G
I’m only here for your entertainment

[Chorus]
       Gm
I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock
        F#m                       D
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
               Em
Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well
   G
To nurture the wounds my mother held
    D
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all
         Am
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hand?
       G
Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back?
       Gm
Do you want me or do you want control?
D
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
      Am
Was a failure you achieved on your own
       G
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
Gm
I can’t win them all

[Verse 2]
Bm
  Run 'til I fall
               A
How I wish the trees would swallow me
     Em
Make me a forest
      G
Take away my soul
Bm
  I could never give

The curse of her
A                                       Em
I- I could never live with the guilt of lying
            G
That people are kind

[Chorus]
       Gm
I am a dark red liver

Stretched out on the rocks
        F#m                       D
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
               Em
Here comes the feminine urge

I know it so well
   G
To nurture the wounds my mother held
    D
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all
         Am
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hand?
       G
Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back?
       Gm
Do you want me or do you want control?
D
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
      Am
Was a failure you achieved on your own
       G
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
Gm
I can’t win them all

[Chorus]
       Gm
I am a dark red liver (ooh)

Stretched out on the rocks (oh-oh-ooh)
        F#m                       D
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love (ooh-oh-ooh-ooh)
               Em
Here comes the feminine urge

I know it so well (oh-oh-ooh)
   G
To nurture the wounds
             Gm
Give me that dark red liquor

Stretched out on the rocks
        F#m                       D
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
               Em
Here comes the feminine urge

I know it so well
   G
To nurture the wounds my mother held