Lyrics

Something stinks in this delivery room And it's G.O.P.-you I bet you eat meat, too You'd rather see women die on the floor But you can't be pro-life unless you're anti-death penalty and anti-war Yeah, I see you got your values straight And you're quick to regulate What goes on inside my womb Once that baby's outta there, leave it up to fate No breaks for the working poor Corporations made you their whore Fuck women, fetuses mean more I see you got your values straight And you're quick to regulate And if you're gay, they've got the cure No congressman can get pregnant. Women know what's best for women