Chumbawamba - Fight The Alton Bill! lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Fight The Alton Bill! lyrics]
In ignorance, I still assumed
This body was mine
That I could choose i had
Faith for charity and
Understanding sympathy but no
We're seen as baby machines
Face judge, jury, and male GPs, found guilty
Careless, callous, cold, and told the things
We're always told by the gentle
Prime-time moralist on national daily
News, with persuasive smile he'll
Take away a woman's
Right to choose they say the Lord giveth
And the Lord taketh away but not beyond the
Eighteenth week if Alton has his way
'Have you considered what you're
Going to lose?
Do you realize what you're asking
Me to do? Are there medical reasons?
And, oh, by the way
You know we can't help you unless you pay?'
Desperation and a waiting list
You don't count blessings, just weeks
Missed problems are beginning to
Show it's so impersonal, so painfully slow
'Do you know what you'll put my
Conscience through? Do you know
Just how few women are as lucky as you? No
The delay's not deliberate it
Just takes time and
Maybe by then you'll have changed your mind'
A history of desperation, of
Old wives' tales
From jumping down off ladders
To using knitting
Needles from gin baths, to a punch in
The guts -sometimes it would work, mostly
It just hurt that these laws are to protect
Us is another moral con how do
They protect the given rights of any woman?
They'll drive us on the back-streets
Demand won't go away we'll bleed, we'll die
Because we couldn't pay this Bill will
Make us victims -it's we
Who should decide we want control
Of our bodies and our lives alton
Don't feel too safe behind your man
Made laws laws can be
Broken as easily as bones steal from one
And you steal from us all
And laws like yours will make
Re-sisters of us all!
This body was mine
That I could choose i had
Faith for charity and
Understanding sympathy but no
We're seen as baby machines
Face judge, jury, and male GPs, found guilty
Careless, callous, cold, and told the things
We're always told by the gentle
Prime-time moralist on national daily
News, with persuasive smile he'll
Take away a woman's
Right to choose they say the Lord giveth
And the Lord taketh away but not beyond the
Eighteenth week if Alton has his way
'Have you considered what you're
Going to lose?
Do you realize what you're asking
Me to do? Are there medical reasons?
And, oh, by the way
You know we can't help you unless you pay?'
Desperation and a waiting list
You don't count blessings, just weeks
Missed problems are beginning to
Show it's so impersonal, so painfully slow
'Do you know what you'll put my
Conscience through? Do you know
Just how few women are as lucky as you? No
The delay's not deliberate it
Just takes time and
Maybe by then you'll have changed your mind'
A history of desperation, of
Old wives' tales
From jumping down off ladders
To using knitting
Needles from gin baths, to a punch in
The guts -sometimes it would work, mostly
It just hurt that these laws are to protect
Us is another moral con how do
They protect the given rights of any woman?
They'll drive us on the back-streets
Demand won't go away we'll bleed, we'll die
Because we couldn't pay this Bill will
Make us victims -it's we
Who should decide we want control
Of our bodies and our lives alton
Don't feel too safe behind your man
Made laws laws can be
Broken as easily as bones steal from one
And you steal from us all
And laws like yours will make
Re-sisters of us all!