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