Born to Choose

Lyrics

A sketch for the state of non-virginity A blueprint of my body spread out on the table Men stand in aprons with trowels and dividers Projecting an arc across my beautiful skin I will not have what I do not want Control the body, control the mind Man in the dress who made the rule is spying on his neighbours But if I don't own my body how can I sell my labour? Life should be hard, life must be pain Write off the living again and again Mr. Pro-Life beat up your wife Support for the war, death to the poor I spoke to a girl from Scotland Who was pregnant and didn't want to be Who went back to the hospital And had a cup of tea All the demons rollеd into one Were dripping down hеr cheek And put back the splinter of glass Back in her heart There's a lot of ghosts round here A lot of crying in the dark A taxi pulled up to park And out stepped old King Solomon Half hinting half revealing shrouding set of claws Legislation to obey as in a dreamless sleep He built a motor car for me that glides through darkness spinning Analyse and supervise you don't even know who I am We're born to suffer, live & die in pain It's what we deserve, to pay for our sins You are so moral, your judgement so sound Protect the unborn, put the living down Apolitical, hypocritical big money Nazi cause Protect the unborn, beat on a whore Mr. Pro-Life beat up your wife Support for the war, death to the poor