Mothers Scorn

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

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

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

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Em                                
In the kitchen's where the mother 
                        G        
found her lying lookin' just like 
         Em
she had seen a ghost
She tried to shake her but she knew 
                               G   
that what had happened was the one 
              Em
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
It was an- instant decision 
influenced by the division of the 
G              D    Em
people and the holy host
    G              D    Em
The people and the holy host

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

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