LABOUR (cover: Paris Paloma) (完整版)

All day every day therapist mother maid

Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant

Just an appendage live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

Its not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour

Why are you hanging on

So tight

To the rope that Im hanging from

Off this island

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 Im getting ****ing 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 ends would that be a bad thing

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

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 youre a smart man

And weaponize

The false incompetence

Its dominance under guise

If we had a daughter

Id watch and could not save her

The emotional torture

From the head of your high table

Shed do what you taught her

Shed meet the same cruel fate

So now Ive gotta run

So I can undo this mistake

At least Ive 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

All day every day therapist mother maid

Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant

Just an appendage live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

Its not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour

All day every day therapist mother maid

Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant

Just an appendage live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

Its not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour

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