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