Testo Fight the alton bill! Chumbawamba

Fight the alton bill!

In ignorance, I still assumed this body was mine, that I could choose.
I had faith for charity and understanding sympathy.
but no, were seen as baby machines.
face judge, jury, and male gps, fo

Uilty, careless, callous, cold, and told the things were always told by the gentle, prime-time moralist on national daily news, with persuasive smile hell take away a womans 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 youre going to lose? do you realize what youre asking me to do? are there medical reasons? and, oh, by the way, you know we cant help you unless you pay?
Desperation and a waiting list.
you dont count blessings, just weeks missed.
problems are beginning to show.
its so impersonal, so painfully slow.
do you know what youll put my conscience through? do you know just how few women are as lucky as you? no, the delays not deliberate.
it just takes time.
and maybe by then youll 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? theyll drive us on the back-streets, demand wont go away.
well bleed, well die, because we couldnt pay.
this bill will make us victims--its we who should decide.
we want control of our bodies and our lives.
alton, dont 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!