Labour Song is sung by Paris Paloma. The song is from the album
Labour Lyrics – Paris Paloma
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour
All Day Everyday
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 Dream
It’s Not an Act of Love
If You Make Her
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour
The Capillaries in My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died
Would That Be the Worst Thing
Lyrics From Snippet 2:
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 Savior
You Sure Make Do a Whole Lotta Labour
The Calloused Skin on My Hands is Cracking
If Our Love Ends Would That Be a Bad Thing
And the Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour