Labour

Capo : fret 2

Dm Why Are You Hanging GmOn..
So A#Tight..
To The Rope That I'm Hanging CFrom..
Off This DmIsland
This Was An Escape PlGman
(This Was An Escape Plan)
Carefully A#Timed It So Let Me Go
C And Dive Into The Waves Below

Dm Who Tends The OFrchards?
Who Fixes Up The A#Gables?
Emotional TorAture..
From The Head Of Your High DmTable
Who Fetches The WaFter..
From The Rocky Mountain SA#pring?
And Walk Back Down AAgain
To Feel Your Words And Their A#Sharp Sting
And I'm A#Getting Fucking Tired..

Chorus :
DmThe Capillaries In MyF Eyes Are Bursting
A#If Our Love Died,
CWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Dm For Somebody IF Thought Was My Saviour
You A#Sure Make Me Do
A CWhole Lot Of Labour

Dm The Calloused Skin
On My FHands Is Cracking
A#If Our Love Ends,
CWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Dm And The SilenceF Haunts Our Bed Chamber
A#You Make Me Do.. CToo Much Labour

Int. : ​Dm   Gm   A# (YCou Make Me Do
               Too Much Labour)

Dm Apologies For MyGm Tongue..
Never A#Yours
Busy Lapping From Flowing CCup..
And Stabbing With Your DmFork..
I Know You're A Smart Man
(GmI Know You're A Smart Man)
And WeapoA#nise.. The False IncompeCtence
It's Dominance Under A DmGuise..

If We Had A DaughFter..
I'd Watch And Could Not A#Save Her
The Emotional TorAture..
From The Head Of Your High DmTable
She'd Do What You Taught FHer
She'd Meet The Same CruA#el Fate
So Now I've Gotta ARun
So I Can Undo This A#Mistake..
At A#Least I've Gotta Try..

Chorus :
DmThe Capillaries In MyF Eyes Are Bursting
A#If Our Love Died,
CWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Dm For Somebody IF Thought Was My Saviour
You A#Sure Make Me Do
A CWhole Lot Of Labour

Dm The Calloused Skin
On My FHands Is Cracking
A#If Our Love Ends,
CWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Dm And The SilenceF Haunts Our Bed Chamber
A#You Make Me Do.. CToo Much Labour

DmAll Day, Every Day
DmTherapist, Mother, Maid
DmNymph, Then A Virgin
DmNurse, Then A Servant
DmJust An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
DmSo That He Never Lifts A Finger

DmTwenty-Four-SevenF Baby Machine
So A#He Can Live Out
His CPicket Fence Dreams
DmIt's Not An Act OfF Love If You Make Her
A#You Make Me Do CToo Much Labour

DmAll Day, Every Day
FTherapist, Mother, Maid
A#Nymph, Then A Virgin
CNurse, Then A Servant
DmJust An Appendage,F Live To Attend Him
A#So That He Never CLifts A Finger
DmTwenty-Four-SevenF Baby Machine
So A#He Can Live Out
His CPicket Fence Dreams
DmIt's Not An Act OfF Love If You Make Her
A#You Make Me Do CToo Much Labour

Chorus :
DmThe Capillaries In MyF Eyes Are Bursting
A#If Our Love Died,
CWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Dm For Somebody IF Thought Was My Saviour
You A#Sure Make Me Do
A CWhole Lot Of Labour

Dm The Calloused Skin
On My FHands Is Cracking
A#If Our Love Ends,
CWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Dm And The SilenceF Haunts Our Bed Chamber
A#You Make Me Do.. CToo Much Labour