Labour chords by Paris Paloma
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Capo on 2nd
Verse 1:
Am D
Why are you hanging on?
F
So tight
G
To the road that I'm headed from
Am
Off this island
D
This was an escape plan This was an escape plan)
F
Carefully timed it
So that we'd go
G
And dive into the waves below
Pre-Chorus:
Am C
Who tends the orchards?
F
Who fixes up the gables?
E7
Emotional torture
Am
From the head of your high table
C
Who fetches the water?
F
From the rocky mountain spring
E7
And walk back down again?
F
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting ******* tired
Chorus:
Am C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F G
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Am C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
F G
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Am C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F G
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Am C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
F G
You make me do too much labour
Interlude:
Am D F G
Verse 2:
Am D
Apologies from my tongue
F
And never yours
G
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
Am
And stabbing me with your fork
D
I know you're a smart man I know you're a smart man)
F G
And weaponize the false incompetence
Am
It's dominance under a guise
Pre-Chorus:
C
If we had a daughter
F
I'd watch and could not save her
E7
The emotional torture
Am
From the head of your high table
C
She'd do what you taught her
F
She'd meet the same cruel fate
E7
So now I've gotta run
F
So I can undo this mistake
G
At least I've gotta try
Chorus:
Am C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F G
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Am C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
F G
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Am C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F G
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Am C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
F G
You make me do too much labour
Bridge:
Am
All day, every day
C
Therapist, mother, maid
F
Nymph then a virgin
G
Nurse than a servant
Am C
Just an appendage, live to attend him
F G
So that he never lifts a finger
Am C
Twenty-four seven baby machine
F G
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Am C
It's not an act of love if you make her
F G
You make me do too much labour
Verse 3:
Am
All day, every day
C
Therapist, mother, maid
F
Nymph then a virgin
G
Nurse than a servant
Am C
Just an appendage, live to attend him
F G
So that he never lifts a finger
Am C
Twenty-four seven baby machine
F G
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Am C
It's not an act of love if you make her
F G
You make me do too much labour
Chorus:
Am C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F G
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Am C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
F G
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Am C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F G
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Am C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
F G Am
You make me do too much labour Published:
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