Mothers Scorn

	  		

Em G x2 

     Em                                         G                 Em 
Well Cinderella was a-runnin' back home she has never met quite a prince 
                                                      G                      Em 
Looked in the mirror had a shower, scrubbin' hard but could not wash off his fingerprints 

She couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound 
G            Em 
Quiet like a mouse but her heart was beating loud 
                                                                 G             D      Em 
Above the- above the tile there was a medicine cabinet grabbed a razor held it to her wrist 
             G             D      Em 
Oh grabbed a razor held it to her wrist 

             G                              D 
So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore 
          Am                                   Em 
Because a change is one the wind and someone's gonna start a war 
      G                          D 
And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door 
          C                     Em 
A settled score, for a mother's scorn 

Em G 

Em                                                        G                 Em 
In the kitchen's where the mother found her lying lookin' just like she had seen a ghost 
                                                                   G                 Em 
She tried to shake her but she knew that what had happened was the one thing she had feared the most 

She didn't speak, didn't wanna tell 
G                 Em 
But hid it in her stomach where it tortured her to hell 
                                                              G              D    Em 
It was an- instant decision influenced by the division of the people and the holy host 
    G              D    Em 
The people and the holy host 

             G                              D 
So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore 
          Am                                   Em 
Because a change is one the wind and someone's gonna start a war 
      G                          D 
And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door 
          C                     Em 
A settled score, for a mother's scorn 

Em G C Am x2 
Em G Am x2 

             G                              D 
So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore 
          Am                                   Em 
Because a change is one the wind and someone's gonna start a war 
      G                          D 
And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door 
          C                     Em 
A settled score, for a mother's scorn 
Em 
For mother's scorn x5