Refrain: Why.....call it picking .....when its killin.
Why... call them fetal, when theyre little comminuted citizenry.
Theyve got fingers, toes, and magnetic corebeats.....seen their picture, had you heard the heart beat?
Ever seen a baby? So innocent, so beautiful.
Notice their eyes, stretch out for love?
Ever felt their skin, that soft tender grain of love?
Now tell me why.....call it excerpt .....when its killin.
One out of three, dont look - youll see. In this land of freedom, our own tiny people helpless tiny people being destroyed.
Doomed by our hands, before they see the at large(p) of day.
Before they see the moon and stars, before they see their mother, their daddy, their attorney......and they cry why.....call it choice .....when its killin.
Hes too young, shes off to college, lets pull out back to the promenade.
Its embarrassing, its inconvenient, little people cost far too much today.
It threatens to endanger my lifestyle, her move shot down,
Its imperfect, bad hair, wrong genes, ugly stare,
Big mistake, return to sender........ at one time why.....call it choice .....when its killin.
Lets peek through the curtain, lets stifle our qualms.
Lets set parenthesis convenience just for a minute.
Lets look at our damn hands, lets reflect upon sins of omission.
And think, really think, I said think, really think, well-nigh partial birth destruction....
Pray tell me why.....call it choice .....when its killin.
Youre getting on my nerves.....leave me alone......
Id like to forget what I already know.....
Dont want to get involved.....
Dont want to talk about it, and its not my problem anyway.
I subscribe to to abuse, I choose to lose.
I choose cancer, and endless nightmares......thats why .....call it choice; I call it choice, and its killin, killin you and killin me.
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