Labour

Capo : fret 2

Em Why Are You Hanging AmOn..
So CTight..
To The Rope That I'm Hanging DFrom..
Off This EmIsland
This Was An Escape PlAman
(This Was An Escape Plan)
Carefully CTimed It So Let Me Go
D And Dive Into The Waves Below

Em Who Tends The OGrchards?
Who Fixes Up The CGables?
Emotional TorBture..
From The Head Of Your High EmTable
Who Fetches The WaGter..
From The Rocky Mountain SCpring?
And Walk Back Down ABgain
To Feel Your Words And Their CSharp Sting
And I'm CGetting Fucking Tired..

Chorus :
EmThe Capillaries In MyG Eyes Are Bursting
CIf Our Love Died,
DWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Em For Somebody IG Thought Was My Saviour
You CSure Make Me Do
A DWhole Lot Of Labour

Em The Calloused Skin
On My GHands Is Cracking
CIf Our Love Ends,
DWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Em And The SilenceG Haunts Our Bed Chamber
CYou Make Me Do..D Too Much Labour

Int. : ​Em   Am   C (DYou Make Me Do
               Too Much Labour)

Em Apologies For MyAm Tongue..
Never CYours
Busy Lapping From Flowing DCup..
And Stabbing With Your EmFork..
I Know You're A Smart Man
(AmI Know You're A Smart Man)
And WeapoCnise.. The False IncompDetence
It's Dominance Under A EmGuise..

If We Had A DaughGter..
I'd Watch And Could Not CSave Her
The Emotional TorBture..
From The Head Of Your High EmTable
She'd Do What You Taught GHer
She'd Meet The Same CruCel Fate
So Now I've Gotta BRun
So I Can Undo This CMistake..
At CLeast I've Gotta Try..

Chorus :
EmThe Capillaries In MyG Eyes Are Bursting
CIf Our Love Died,
DWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Em For Somebody IG Thought Was My Saviour
You CSure Make Me Do
A DWhole Lot Of Labour

Em The Calloused Skin
On My GHands Is Cracking
CIf Our Love Ends,
DWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Em And The SilenceG Haunts Our Bed Chamber
CYou Make Me Do..D Too Much Labour

EmAll Day, Every Day
EmTherapist, Mother, Maid
EmNymph, Then A Virgin
EmNurse, Then A Servant
EmJust An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
EmSo That He Never Lifts A Finger

EmTwenty-Four-SevenG Baby Machine
So CHe Can Live Out
His DPicket Fence Dreams
EmIt's Not An Act OfG Love If You Make Her
CYou Make Me DoD Too Much Labour

EmAll Day, Every Day
GTherapist, Mother, Maid
CNymph, Then A Virgin
DNurse, Then A Servant
EmJust An Appendage,G Live To Attend Him
CSo That He NeverD Lifts A Finger
EmTwenty-Four-SevenG Baby Machine
So CHe Can Live Out
His DPicket Fence Dreams
EmIt's Not An Act OfG Love If You Make Her
CYou Make Me DoD Too Much Labour

Chorus :
EmThe Capillaries In MyG Eyes Are Bursting
CIf Our Love Died,
DWould That Be The Worst Thing?
Em For Somebody IG Thought Was My Saviour
You CSure Make Me Do
A DWhole Lot Of Labour

Em The Calloused Skin
On My GHands Is Cracking
CIf Our Love Ends,
DWould That Be A Bad Thing?
Em And The SilenceG Haunts Our Bed Chamber
CYou Make Me Do..D Too Much Labour