The woman has a bodynthat she must call her ownnBut they treat her like a flowerpotnfor a seed that he has sownnThe woman makes a babynand feeds him til he’s grownnAnd those who feed on fresh youngnBlood will break his spirit downnnnThey fill his brains with poisonnand teach him left and rightnAnd how to hate his brothernand they teach him black and whitenThe woman makes a babynand bears a big strong sonnAnd those who feednon fresh young bloodnnThey subjugate his sensesnand mystify his mindnHe forgets where he has come fromnhe’s deaf and dumb and blindnThey cage him in a factorynand bind down his desirenAnd milk his body of his strengthnto stoke another firennThen they turn him loose in the bullringnto fight with tooth and clawnAnd they kick his balls for punishmentnif he questions what it’s fornThey tell him he’s got freedomnas he struggles with a leashnAnd they fill his mouth with violencenand tell him it’s free speechnnThe pay-off is the powernas he crawls his way abovenOver those who fall behind himnOver those who need his lovenOver those who feed his bodynOver those who ease his painnOver those who bear his childrennOver those who lose the gamenAnd he who was a babynbut now is big and grownnWould crush his lover’s bodynand break her spirit downnAnd cage her in a kitchennand bind her body downnAnd he who feeds on mother’s bloodnwill keep her for his ownnThe woman makes a babyna daughter strong and straightnAnd those who feed on fresh youngnblood can hardly bear to waitnThey teach that she’s a vesselnfor him to enter innAnd those whose pleasure she maynfeed will tell her she is a sinnnThey cripple her with corsetsnand things that make her weaknAnd crucify her instepsnand smear paint upon her cheeknThen they turn her loose in the nmarketplace to buy and to be soldnShe is the empty vesselnfor promises of goldnThey buy her for a nurserynwhere a baby will be grownnThey treat her like a flowerpotnfor a seed that he has sownnThey cage her in a doll’s housenand bind down her desirenAnd cheat her like a spirit of its strength to stoke another firennAnd if she talks of freedomnand how it all begannThose who know will tell her thatnshe should have been a mannSo they deny her bodynand they deny her mindnShe forgets where she has come fromnshe’s deaf and dumb and blindnThe pay-off is protectionnand shelter from the coldnAnd he is lost to the factorynfor promises of goldnBut she that can make a babynis a woman that’s full grownnAnd she will take her body backnwith a mind that is her ownnnShe will not feed the factorynthat makes the cage and gunnShe will take her spirit backnwith a mind that is her ownnShe will not make a babynand feed it with her own lifenA woman’s body is her own – nabortion is her rightnnn