Intro:
(One, two three)

Verse 1:
Bm                        Em7
    Why are you hanging on
        G
So tight
                             A
To the rope that I'm hanging from
         Bm
Off this island
                       Esus4           Em
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
           G
Carefully timed it
             A
So let me go
(nc)
And dive into the waves below

Pre-chorus:
Bm                      D
   Who tends the orchards?
                 G
Who fixes up the gables?
             Gb7
Emotional torture
                             Bm
From the head of your high table
                     D
Who fetches the water
                         G
From the rocky mountain spring?
                     Gb7
And walk back down again
                              G
To feel your words and their sharp sting
G
And I'm getting xxxxxxx tired

Chorus:
Bm                    D
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G                 A
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Bm              D
For somebody I thought was my saviour
    G                 A
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Bm                       D
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
G                 A
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Bm              D
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G               A              Bm
You make me do too much labour

Post-chorus:
Bm Em G A
       (You make me do too much labour)

Verse 2:
Bm                Em
Apologies for my tongue
       G
Never yours
                           A
Busy lapping from flowing cup
                          Bm
And stabbing with your fork
                           Em
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
           G                    A
And weaponise the false incompetence
                        Bm
It's dominance under a guise

Pre-chorus:
            Bm
If we had a daughter
    D                   G
I'd watch and could not save her
                  Gb7
The emotional torture
                            Bm
From the head of your high table
                             D
She'd do what you taught her
                       G
She'd meet the same cruel fate
                  Gb7
So now I've gotta run
                     G
So I can undo this mistake
G
At least I've gotta try

Chorus:
Bm                    D
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G                 A
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Bm              D
For somebody I thought was my saviour
    G                 A
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Bm                       D
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
G                 A
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Bm              D
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G               A              Bm
You make me do too much labour

Bridge:
Bm
All day, every day
Bm
Therapist, mother, maid
Bm
Nymph then a virgin
Bm
Nurse then a servant
Bm
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Bm
So that he never lifts a finger
Bm                D
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
   G                    A
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Bm                 D
It's not an act of love if you make her
G               A
You make me do too much labour
Bm
All day, every day
D
Therapist, mother, maid
G
Nymph then a virgin
A
Nurse then a servant
Bm                 D
Just an appendage, live to attend him
G                 A
So that he never lifts a finger
Bm                D
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
   G                    A
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Bm                 D
It's not an act of love if you make her
G              A
You make me do too much labour

Chorus:
Bm                    D
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting.          (All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
G                 A
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?  (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
Bm              D
For somebody I thought was my saviour             (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
    G                 A
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour         (so that he never lifts a finger)
Bm                       D
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking        (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
G                 A
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?      (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
Bm              D
And the silence haunts our bed chamber            (It's not an act of love if you make her)
G               A
You make me do too much labour
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