Too Much Labour Lyrics

All day, every day, therapist, brother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend her

So that she never lifts a finger

24∕7, baby machine

So she can live out his picket fence dreams

It's not an act of love if you make him

You make me do too much labour

Why are you hanging on so tight

To the rope that I'm hanging from?

Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)

Carefully timed it, so let me go

And dive into the waves below

Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?

Emotional torture from the head of your high table

Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?

And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting

And I'm getting fucking tired

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting

If our love died, would that be the worst thing?

For somebody I thought was my saviour

You sure make me do a whole lot of labour

The calloused skin on my hands is cracking

If our love ended, would that be a bad thing?

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

You make me do too much labour

You make me do too much labour

Apologies from my tongue, and never yours

Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork

I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise

The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise

If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her

The emotional torture, from the head of your high table

She'd do what you taught him, he'd meet the same cruel fate

So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake

At least I've gotta try

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting

If our love died, would that be the worst thing?

For somebody I thought was my saviour

You sure make me do a whole lot of labour

The calloused skin on my hands is cracking

If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

You make me do too much labour