LABOUR (the cacophony)

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

24∕7 baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

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

You make me do too much labour

Why are you hangin' on so tight

To the rope that I'm hangin' 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 gettin' 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 crackin'

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 are 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 her, she'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 crackin'

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

24∕7 baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It's 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

24∕7 baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

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

You make me do too much labour

The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day)

Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid)

If our love died (nymph then virgin)

Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse and a servant)

For somebody (just an appendage)

I thought was my saviour (live to attend him)

You sure make (so that)

Me do a whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)

The calloused skin on (24/7)

My hands is crackin' (baby machine)

If our love ends (so he can live out)

Would that be a bad thing? (His picket fence dreams)

And the silence (it's not an act of love)

Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her)

You make me do too much labour