5, 6, 7, 8
Who fixes up the cables, 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 in 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 callous skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing
And the silence on suburb chamber
You make me do too much labour
Apologies for my tongue, I'm 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
Unweaponised, the false incompetence
It's dominance under a guy
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 callous skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing
And the silence on suburb 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 whole 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
