Lyrics
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot for a seed he has sown
The woman makes a baby, feeds him till he's grown
Those who feed on fresh young blood break his spirit down
Fill his brains with poison, teach him left and right
How to hate his brother, they teach him black and white
The woman makes a baby, there's a big strong son
Those who feed him soldier boys take him for the gun
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot 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 came from, he's deaf and dumb and blind
They'll cage him in the factory, tie down his desire
Milk his body of its strength to stoke another fire
Turn him loose in the bullring to fight with tooth and claw
Kick his balls as punishment if he questions what it's for
Tell him he's got freedom as he struggles off the leash
Fill his mouth with violence, tell him it's free speech
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot 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 payoff is power as he claws his way above
Over those who fall behind, 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
Will crush his lover's body, tie her spirit down
Cage her in the kitchen so he knows she'll be there
When he comes home bruised and bleeding for her tender care
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot 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 her she's a vessel for him to enter in
And those whose appetite she feeds tell her she's sin
They cripple her with corsets, things that make her weak
Crucify her instep, smear paint on her cheek
Turn her loose on the market to buy and be sold
She's an empty vessel for promises of gold
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, choice is her action
A woman's body is her own
Abortion must be an option
They buy her for a nursery where a baby will grow
Treat her like a flower pot for a seed he has sown
Cage her in a doll's house, tie down her desire
Cheat her spirit of its strength to stoke another fire
If she talks of freedom, how it all began
Those who know will tell her that she should have been a man
They deny her body, they deny her mind
She forgets where she came from, she's deaf and dumb and blind
The woman has a body that she must call her own
But they treat it like a flower pot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, consider abortion
A woman's body is her own
Abortion is an option
Payoff, protection, shelter from the cold
Lots 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
The human spirit is free, choice is woman'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 it like a flower pot 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
They treat it like a flower pot for a seed he has sown
The woman makes a baby, feeds him till he's grown
Those who feed on fresh young blood break his spirit down
Fill his brains with poison, teach him left and right
How to hate his brother, they teach him black and white
The woman makes a baby, there's a big strong son
Those who feed him soldier boys take him for the gun
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot 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 came from, he's deaf and dumb and blind
They'll cage him in the factory, tie down his desire
Milk his body of its strength to stoke another fire
Turn him loose in the bullring to fight with tooth and claw
Kick his balls as punishment if he questions what it's for
Tell him he's got freedom as he struggles off the leash
Fill his mouth with violence, tell him it's free speech
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot 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 payoff is power as he claws his way above
Over those who fall behind, 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
Will crush his lover's body, tie her spirit down
Cage her in the kitchen so he knows she'll be there
When he comes home bruised and bleeding for her tender care
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot 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 her she's a vessel for him to enter in
And those whose appetite she feeds tell her she's sin
They cripple her with corsets, things that make her weak
Crucify her instep, smear paint on her cheek
Turn her loose on the market to buy and be sold
She's an empty vessel for promises of gold
The woman has a body that she must call her own
They treat it like a flower pot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, choice is her action
A woman's body is her own
Abortion must be an option
They buy her for a nursery where a baby will grow
Treat her like a flower pot for a seed he has sown
Cage her in a doll's house, tie down her desire
Cheat her spirit of its strength to stoke another fire
If she talks of freedom, how it all began
Those who know will tell her that she should have been a man
They deny her body, they deny her mind
She forgets where she came from, she's deaf and dumb and blind
The woman has a body that she must call her own
But they treat it like a flower pot for a seed that he has sown
Your spirit is free, consider abortion
A woman's body is her own
Abortion is an option
Payoff, protection, shelter from the cold
Lots 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
The human spirit is free, choice is woman'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 it like a flower pot 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
