Born To Choose Paroles

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 rolled into one were dripping down her 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
Analise and supervise you don't even know who I am Apolitical, hypocritical big money Nazi cause
Protect the unborn, beat on a whore