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 neverlifts a finger 24/7baby machine So he can live out hispicket fence dreams It's not an act oflove if you make her You make me dotoo much labour Why are you hangin'on sotight To the rope that I'm hangin'from off thisisland? This was an escape plan(This was an escape plan) carefullytimed it So let me go and dive into the waves below Who tends theorchards? Who fixes up thegables? Emotionaltorture from the head of your hightable Who fetches thewater from the rocky mountainspring? And walk back downagain to feel your words and theirsharp sting? And I'mgettin' fucking tired The capillaries in myeyes are bursting If our love died,would that be the worst thing? For somebody Ithought was my saviour Yousure make me do awhole lot of labour The calloused skin on myhands is cracking If our love ends,would that be a bad thing? And the silencehaunts our bed chamber You make me dotoo much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from mytongue, neveryours Busy lapping from flowingcup and stabbing with yourfork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could notsave 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 myeyes are bursting If our love died,would that be the worst thing? For somebody Ithought was my saviour Yousure make me do awhole lot of labour The calloused skin on myhands is cracking If our love ends,would that be a bad thing? And the silencehaunts our bed chamber You make me dotoo 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 neverlifts a finger 24/7baby machine So he can live out hispicket fence dreams It's not an act oflove if you make her You make me dotoo 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 neverlifts a finger 24/7baby machine So he can live out hispicket fence dreams It's not an act oflove if you make her You make me dotoo much labour The capillaries in myeyes are bursting If our love died,would that be the worst thing? For somebody Ithought was my saviour Yousure make me do awhole lot of labour The calloused skin on myhands is cracking If our love ends,would that be a bad thing? And the silencehaunts our bed chamber You make me dotoo much labour