Chords for Paris Paloma - Labour

Why? _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I'm a [F#] torture from the helli [Bm] high table
[D] Who fetches the water from the rocky [G] mountains
And walk back [F#] down again to feel your words in [G] their sharp sting _
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Bm] The memories in my eyes are [G] bursting
Fall up [A] tight, would that be the [Bm] worst thing
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You make me [B] do a whole lot of [Bm] labour
The colour of [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
With the love [B] of end, would that be a [Bm] bad thing
And the [D] silence on the subred [G] chamber
You make me [G#m] do too much [Bm] labour _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] Too much _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ [Bm] labour
_ Apologies for [Em] my [Bm] tongue
You [G] never lose
Biddy lapping from flowing cup
And [Bm] stabbing with your paw
I know you're a [Em] smart man
_ _ _ [G] Unweaponised
Your false [A] incompetence is [E] dominance [Bm] under a guide
If we had a [D] daughter
I'd watch and could [G] not save her
The emotional [F#] torture
From the helli [Bm] high table
She'd do what you [D] taught her
She'd meet the same [G] cruel fate
So now I've [F#] gotta run
So I can undo [G] this mistake
At least I've gotta [Bm] try
The memories in my eyes are [G] bursting
Fall up [A] tight, would that be the [Bm] worst thing
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You make me [B] do a whole lot of [Bm] labour
The colour of [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
With the love [A] of end, would that be a [Bm] bad thing
And the silence on the subred [G] chamber
You make me [A] do too much [F#] labour
All day, [Bm] every day, therapist, lover, maid, nymph
Then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, lived to attend him
So then he [A] never lifts a [Bm] finger 24 [D]-7
Baby machine, [G] so he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] do too much [Bm] labour
All day, every day, therapist, [G] lover, maid, nymph
Then a [B] virgin, nurse, then a [Bm] servant
Just an appendage, lived to [G] attend him
So then he [Bm] never lifts a finger 24 [D]-7
Baby machine, [G] so he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an [D] act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] do too much [Bm] labour
All day, [D] every day, therapist, [G] lover, maid, nymph
Then a [A] virgin, nurse, then a [Bm] servant
Just an appendage, lived to [G] attend him
So then he [A] never lifts a [Bm] finger 24 [D]-7
Baby machine, [G] so he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me do [Bm] too much labour _ _ _
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