Labour

Capo : fret 2

Am Why Are You Hanging DmOn..
So FTight..
To The Rope That I'm Hanging GFrom..
Off This AmIsland
This Was An Escape PlDman
(This Was An Escape Plan)
Carefully FTimed It So Let Me Go
G And Dive Into The Waves Below

Am Who Tends The OCrchards?
Who Fixes Up The FGables?
Emotional TorEture..
From The Head Of Your High AmTable
Who Fetches The WaCter..
From The Rocky Mountain SFpring?
And Walk Back Down AEgain
To Feel Your Words And Their FSharp Sting
And I'm FGetting Fucking Tired..

Chorus :
AmThe Capillaries In MyC Eyes Are Bursting
FIf Our Love Died,
GWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Am For Somebody IC Thought Was My Saviour
You FSure Make Me Do
A GWhole Lot Of Labour

Am The Calloused Skin
On My CHands Is Cracking
FIf Our Love Ends,
GWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Am And The SilenceC Haunts Our Bed Chamber
FYou Make Me Do..G Too Much Labour

Int. : ​Am   Dm   F (GYou Make Me Do
               Too Much Labour)

Am Apologies For MyDm Tongue..
Never FYours
Busy Lapping From Flowing GCup..
And Stabbing With Your AmFork..
I Know You're A Smart Man
(DmI Know You're A Smart Man)
And WeapoFnise.. The False IncompGetence
It's Dominance Under A AmGuise..

If We Had A DaughCter..
I'd Watch And Could Not FSave Her
The Emotional TorEture..
From The Head Of Your High AmTable
She'd Do What You Taught CHer
She'd Meet The Same CruFel Fate
So Now I've Gotta ERun
So I Can Undo This FMistake..
At FLeast I've Gotta Try..

Chorus :
AmThe Capillaries In MyC Eyes Are Bursting
FIf Our Love Died,
GWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Am For Somebody IC Thought Was My Saviour
You FSure Make Me Do
A GWhole Lot Of Labour

Am The Calloused Skin
On My CHands Is Cracking
FIf Our Love Ends,
GWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Am And The SilenceC Haunts Our Bed Chamber
FYou Make Me Do..G Too Much Labour

AmAll Day, Every Day
AmTherapist, Mother, Maid
AmNymph, Then A Virgin
AmNurse, Then A Servant
AmJust An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
AmSo That He Never Lifts A Finger

AmTwenty-Four-SevenC Baby Machine
So FHe Can Live Out
His GPicket Fence Dreams
AmIt's Not An Act OfC Love If You Make Her
FYou Make Me DoG Too Much Labour

AmAll Day, Every Day
CTherapist, Mother, Maid
FNymph, Then A Virgin
GNurse, Then A Servant
AmJust An Appendage,C Live To Attend Him
FSo That He NeverG Lifts A Finger
AmTwenty-Four-SevenC Baby Machine
So FHe Can Live Out
His GPicket Fence Dreams
AmIt's Not An Act OfC Love If You Make Her
FYou Make Me DoG Too Much Labour

Chorus :
AmThe Capillaries In MyC Eyes Are Bursting
FIf Our Love Died,
GWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Am For Somebody IC Thought Was My Saviour
You FSure Make Me Do
A GWhole Lot Of Labour

Am The Calloused Skin
On My CHands Is Cracking
FIf Our Love Ends,
GWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Am And The SilenceC Haunts Our Bed Chamber
FYou Make Me Do..G Too Much Labour