Labour

Intro: Am Dm F G Am Dm Why are you hanging on? F So tight G To the road that I'm headed from Am Off this island Dm This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) F Carefully timed it G So that we'd go And dive into the waves below Am C Who tends the orchards? F Who fixes up the gables? E7 Emotional torture Am From the head of your high table C Who fetches the water? F From the rocky mountain spring E7 And walk back down again? F To feel your words and their sharp sting F And I'm getting fucking tired Am C The capillaries in my eyes are bursting F G If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Am C For somebody I thought was my saviour F G You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Am C The callous skin on my hands is cracking F G If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Am C And the silence haunts our bed chamber F G You make me do too much labour Am Dm F G (You make me do Too much labour) Am Dm Apologies for my tone F And never yours G Busy lapping from a flowing cup Am And stabbing with your fork Dm I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) F G And weaponise the false incompetence Am It's dominance under a guise C If we had a daughter F I'd watch and could not save her E7 The emotional torture Am From the head of your high table C She'd do what you taught her F She'd meet the same cruel fate E7 So now I've gotta run F So I can undo this mistake F At least I've gotta try Am C The capillaries in my eyes are bursting F G If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Am C For somebody I thought was my saviour F G You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Am C The callous skin on my hands is cracking F G If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Am C And the silence haunts our bed chamber F G You make me do too much labour Am All day, every day C Therapist, mother, maid F Nymph then a virgin G Nurse than a servant Am C Just an appendage, live to attend him F G So that he never lifts a finger Am C Twenty-four-seven baby machine F G So he can live out his picket fence dreams Am C It's not an act of love if you make her F G You make me do too much labour Am All day, every day C Therapist, mother, maid F Nymph then a virgin G Nurse than a servant Am C Just an appendage, live to attend him F G So that he never lifts a finger Am C Twenty-four-seven baby machine F G So he can live out his picket fence dreams Am C It's not an act of love if you make her F G You make me do too much labour Am C The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist mother maid) F G If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant) Am C For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) F G You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) Am C The callous skin on my hands is cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine) F G If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) Am C And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her) F G You make me do too much labour