Labour
[00:00.00] Why are you hanging on
[00:10.50] So tight
[00:12.00] To the rope that I'm hanging from
[00:16.10] Off this island?
[00:18.20] This was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
[00:21.20] Carefully timed it so that we'd go
[00:26.40] And dive into the waves below
[00:28.80] For somebody that I thought was my saviour
[00:29.40] Who tends the orchards?
[00:32.00] Who fixes up the gables?
[00:35.00] Emotional torture
[00:38.00] From the head of your high table
[00:39.90] Who fetches the water
[00:43.30] From the rocky mountain spring?
[00:46.80] And walk back down again
[00:48.90] To feel your words and their sharp sting?
[00:51.80] It's dominance under a guise
[00:53.80] And I'm getting fucking tired
[00:56.60] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:59.90] If our love died would that be the worst thing?
[01:02.60] For somebody that I thought was my saviour
[01:05.90] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:08.90] The callous skin on my hands is cracking
[01:11.80] If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
[01:14.90] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:17.00] You make me do too much labour
[01:32.00] Apologies from my tongue, And never yours
[01:38.20] Busy lapping from flowing cup And stabbing with your fork
[01:44.40] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
[01:47.70] And weaponize the false incompetence
[01:55.30] If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[02:01.00] The emotional torture from the head of your high table
[02:06.90] She'd do what you taught her, She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:12.80] So now I've gotta run so I can undo this mistake
[02:19.40] At least I've gotta try
[02:22.80] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:25.80] If our love died would that be the worst thing?
[02:31.70] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:34.40] The callous skin on my hands is cracking
[02:36.85] If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
[02:40.80] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:42.70] You make me do too much labour
[02:45.50] All day, every day
[02:47.50] Therapist, mother, maid
[02:48.80] Nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant
[02:50.30] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[02:54.50] So that he never lifts a finger
[02:57.20] Twenty-four seven baby machine
[03:00.00] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:03.00] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:06.00] You make me do too much labour
[03:08.90] All day, every day
[03:10.00] Therapist, mother, maid
[03:11.90] Nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant
[03:14.20] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:17.30] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:19.90] Twenty-four seven baby machine
[03:22.80] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:25.90] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:28.90] You make me do too much labour
[03:31.50] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[03:34.50] If our love died would that be the worst thing?
[03:37.50] For somebody that I thought was my saviour
[03:39.80] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[03:42.90] The callous skin on my hands is cracking
[03:45.20] If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
[03:49.00] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[03:51.00] You make me do too much labour
