Born to Choose

A sketch for the state of non-virginity
The 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

The 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
Pride of 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
We went back to the hospital
And had a cup of tea
All the demons rolled into one
Were dripping down her cheek
And put back the splintered glass back in her heart
There's a lot of ghosts down here
Like crying in the dark
A taxi pulled up to park and I was left sulking, solemn

Half hinting, half revealing shrouded seducteur
Legislation to obey as in a dreamless sleep
He built a model car for me that glides through darkness, spinning
Analysed and supervised, he don't even know who I am

We're born to suffer, live and die in pain
It's what we deserve to pay for our sin
You are so moral, your judgments are served
Protect the unborn, put the living down
A political, hypocritical, big money Nazi cause
Protect the unborn, feed the poor
Mr. Pro-Life, beat up your wife
Support for the war, death to the poor