(One, two, three) Why are you hangin' on
So tight! To the rope that I'm hangin' from
Off this island? This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it. So let me go! And dive into the waves below
by Sanderlei Silveira - 01/04/2023
(One, two, three) Why are you hangin' on
So tight! To the rope that I'm hangin' from
Off this island? This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it. So let me go! And dive into the waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
Who tends the orchards?
Who fixes up the gables?
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 and their sharp sting?
And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
[Chorus]
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 calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Post-Chorus]
(You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 2]
Apologies from my tongue
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)
And weaponise
The false incompetence
It's dominance under guise
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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 calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Bridge]
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
Twenty-four-seven 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
Twenty-four-seven 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
[Chorus]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
The callous skin on my hands is crackin' (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
You make me do too much labour
（一个，两个，三个）你为什么挂在
这么紧！到我挂的绳子
在这个岛上？这是一个逃生计划（这是一个逃生计划）
仔细计时了。所以让我走！并潜入下面的波浪
[前核]
谁养果园？
谁修理了山墙？
情绪折磨
从高桌子的头部
谁取水
来自落基山春天？
再回去
感觉到你的话和他们尖锐的刺痛？
而且我疲倦了
[合唱]
我眼中的毛细血管正在爆裂
如果我们的爱死了，那是最糟糕的事情吗？
对于我以为是我的救主的人
你一定会让我做很多劳动
我手上的冷重皮肤是裂开的
如果我们的爱结束了，那会是一件坏事吗？
沉默困扰着我们的床室
你让我做太多的劳动
[后核]]
（你让我做太多的劳动）
[第2节]
向我的舌头道歉
永远不要你
忙着从流动的杯子拍打
并用叉子刺伤
我知道你是一个聪明的人（我知道你是一个聪明的人）
和武器
虚假无能
在欺骗之下统治
[前核]
如果我们有一个女儿
我看着，无法救她
情绪折磨
从高桌子的头部
她会做你教她的事
她会遇到同样残酷的命运
所以现在我必须跑步
所以我可以撤消这个错误
至少我必须尝试
[合唱]
我眼中的毛细血管正在爆裂
如果我们的爱死了，那是最糟糕的事情吗？
对于我以为是我的救主的人
你一定会让我做很多劳动
我手上的冷重皮肤是裂开的
如果我们的爱结束了，那会是一件坏事吗？
沉默困扰着我们的床室
你让我做太多的劳动
[桥]
整天，每天，治疗师，母亲，女仆
若虫，然后是处女，当时是仆人
只是一个附属物，活着参加他
这样他就永远不会举起手指
二十四个婴儿机器
这样他就可以实现自己的纠察栅栏梦
如果你让她，那不是爱的行为
你让我做太多的劳动
整天，每天，治疗师，母亲，女仆
若虫，然后是处女，当时是仆人
只是一个附属物，活着参加他
这样他就永远不会举起手指
二十四个婴儿机器
这样他就可以实现自己的纠察栅栏梦
如果你让她，那不是爱的行为
你让我做太多的劳动
[合唱]
我眼中的毛细血管正在爆炸（整天，每天，治疗师，母亲，女仆）
如果我们的爱死了，那是最糟糕的事情吗？ （若虫，然后是处女，护士，然后是仆人）
对于我以为是我的救主的人（只是附属物，活着参加他）
您一定会让我做很多劳动（这样他就永远不会举起手指）
我手上的冷酷皮肤是裂开的（二十四个婴儿机器）
如果我们的爱结束了，那会是一件坏事吗？ （因此他可以实现自己的纠察栅栏梦）
沉默困扰着我们的床室（如果你让她，那不是爱的行为）
你让我做太多的劳动