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