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Labour Chords

D: xx0232;
A: x02220;
G: 320003;
Bm: x24432;
Em: 022000;
F#: 244322;
F#7: 242322;
Transpose up

(INTRO)

(One, two, three)

 
 
 
(VER)
 
Bm 
   Why are you hangin’  
Em 
on
 
So  
G 
tight
 
To the rope that I’m hangin’ f
A 
rom
 
Off this  
Bm 
island?
 
This was an escape p
Em 
lan (This was an escape plan)
 
Carefully ti
G 
med 
 
it
 
So let me go
 
A 
   And dive into the waves below
 
 
 
(PRE CHO)
 
Bm 
   Who tends the orch
D 
ards?
 
Who fixes up the ga
G 
bles?
 
Emotional tor
F#7 
ture
 
From the head of your high  
Bm 
table
 
Who fetches the wa
D 
ter
 
From the rocky mountain s
G 
pring?
 
And walk back down a
F# 
gain
 
To feel your words and their sharp sti
G 
ng?
 
And I’m gettin’ f**kin’ tired
 
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
The  
Bm 
capillaries in my  
D 
eyes are bursting
G 
If our love died, wo
A 
uld that be the worst thing?
Bm 
For somebody I tho
D 
ught was my saviour
 
You  
G 
sure make me do a w
A 
hole lot of labour
Bm 
The calloused skin on my ha
D 
nds is crackin’
G 
If our love ends, w
A 
ould that be a bad thing?
Bm 
And the silence ha
D 
unts our bed chamber
G 
You make me do  
A 
too much labour
 
 
 
(INTELRUDE)
 
Bm 
 
Em 
 
G 
 
A 
 
(VER)
 
Bm 
   Apologies from my  
Em 
tongue
 
Never y
G 
ours
 
Busy lapping from flowing  
A 
cup
 
And stabbing with your  
Bm 
fork
 
I know you’re a smart man  
E 
(I know you’re a smart man)
 
And weaponi
G 
se
 
The false incompe
A 
tence
 
It’s dominance under  
Bm 
guise
 
 
 
(PRE CHO)
 
 
If we had a da
D 
ughter
 
I’d watch and could not  
G 
save 
 
her
 
The emotional tor
F# 
ture
 
From the head of your high  
Bm 
table
 
She’d do what you taught  
D 
her
 
She’d meet the same cruel  
G 
fate
 
So now I’ve gotta  
F# 
run
 
So I can undo this mis
G 
take
 
At least I’ve gotta  
A 
try
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
The  
Bm 
capillaries in my  
D 
eyes are bursting
G 
If our love died, wo
A 
uld that be the worst thing?
Bm 
For somebody I tho
D 
ught was my saviour
 
You  
G 
sure make me do a w
A 
hole lot of labour
Bm 
The calloused skin on my ha
D 
nds is crackin’
G 
If our love ends, w
A 
ould that be a bad thing?
Bm 
And the silence ha
D 
unts our bed chamber
G 
You make me do  
A 
too much labour
 
 
 
(BRI)
 
Bm 
All day, every day,  
D 
therapist, mother, maid
G 
Nymph, then a virgin,  
A 
nurse, then a servant
Bm 
Just an appendage,  
D 
live to attend him
G 
So that he never li
A 
fts a finger
Bm 
Twenty-four-seven 
 
 
D 
baby 
 
machine
 
So  
G 
he can live out his  
A 
picket fence dreams
Bm 
It’s not an act of  
D 
love if you make her
G 
You make me do  
A 
too much labour
 
Bm 
All day, every day,  
D 
therapist, mother, maid
G 
Nymph, then a virgin,  
A 
nurse, then a servant
Bm 
Just an appendage,  
D 
live to attend him
G 
So that he never li
A 
fts a finger
Bm 
Twenty-four-seven 
 
 
D 
baby 
 
machine
 
So  
G 
he can live out his  
A 
picket fence dreams
Bm 
It’s not an act of  
D 
love if you make her
G 
You make me do  
A 
too much labour
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
The  
Bm 
capillaries in my  
D 
eyes are bursting
G 
If our love died, wo
A 
uld that be the worst thing?
Bm 
For somebody I tho
D 
ught was my saviour
 
You  
G 
sure make me do a w
A 
hole lot of labour
Bm 
The calloused skin on my ha
D 
nds is crackin’
G 
If our love ends, w
A 
ould that be a bad thing?
Bm 
And the silence ha
D 
unts our bed chamber
G 
You make me do  
A 
too much la
Bm 
bour

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