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Abort The System

This song is by Poison Girls.

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
But they treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
The woman makes a baby, feeds him till he's grown
And those who feed on fresh young blood, will break his spirit down

They fill his brains with poison and teach him left and right
How to hate his brother, teach him black and white
The woman makes a baby, bears a big strong son
Those who feed on soldier boys, take him for the gun

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, free to question
A woman's body is her own, consider abortion

They subjugate his senses, mystify his mind
He forgets where he has come from, he's deaf and dumb and blind
They'll cage him in a factory, tie down his desire
Milk his body of his strength, to stoke another fire

Turn him loose in the bullring, to fight with tooth and claw
Kick his balls for punishment if he questions what it's for
Tell him he's got freedom as he struggles at the leash
Fill his mouth with violence, and tell him it's free speech

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, to take or refuse
A woman's body is her own, a woman's right to choose

The pay-off is power as he claws his way above
Over those who fall behind him, over those who need his love
Over those who feed his body, those who ease his pain
Those who bear his children, and those who lose the game

He who was a baby, but now is big and grown
Would crush his lover's body, tie her spirit down
Cage her in a kitchen so that he knows she'll be there
When he comes home bruised and bleeding for attentive care

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, choice is action
A woman's body is her own, abortion is an option

The woman makes a baby, a daughter strong and straight
Those who feed on fresh young blood can hardly bear to wait
They teach she's a vessel, for him to enter in
And those whose appetite she feeds, tell her she is a sin

They cripple her with corsets and things that make her weak
Crucify her insteps and smear paint upon her cheek
Turn her loose in the marketplace, to buy and to be sold
She is the empty vessel, for promises of gold

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, choice is action
A woman's body is her own, abortion must be an option

They buy her for a nursery where a baby will be grown
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
They cage her in a doll's house, tie down her desire
And cheat her like a spirit of its strength, to stoke another fire

And if she talks of freedom and how it all began
Those who know, will tell her that, she should have been a man
They deny her body and they deny her mind
She forgets where she has come from, she's deaf and dumb and blind

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
But they treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, consider abortion
A woman's body is her own, abortion is an option

Pay-off is protection and shelter from the cold
Lost to the factory, promise of gold
She that makes a baby, is a woman full grown
No priest take her mind, no man take control

Don't feed the factory, don't feed the gun
Don't feed the church, your baby's your own
Human spirit is free, choice is women's fight
A woman's body is her own, abortion is her right

The woman has a body, that she must call her own
They treat her like a flowerpot for a seed that he has sown
Her spirit is free, freedom's her fight
A woman's body is her own, abortion is her right

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