-appears on Heavy Machinery (1995)
THE LYRICS:
Pro-life
is the latest rave
Cremation on your baby’s grave
Your mall whore she won’t have your child
And I am reeling, reeling wild…
From
her mouth the black words drain
You suck them up like cocaine
Fornicate on your baby’s tomb
Needles on the mother’s womb…
Chorus:
She lied…she lied…she lied
She’s not having your baby
She lied…she lied…she lied
She’s not having no baby
Half shirt tangled up in lace
She backs into your baby’s face
She’s wide…she’s wide…she lied…
Coat
hanger inside her thighs
She fishes but she can’t get the prize
It’s a bloody bloody wrong
You should not have fucked her for so long
In
labor now her legs are spread
She wishes she just gave you head
She sucks the life out of her hole
Cause razor blades are birth control.
Repeat Chorus
Somewhere
sits the bastard son
Of some woman he never met before
She suffers none…she does it more
His mother was a whore his mother was a whore
And these skies were meant to pass
He thinks the whole world’s fucked him up the ass
If Jesus died for her sins
He says “what is this hell that I’m living in”
“All mothers are whores,” he says.