Incubator
Guess you could say I’m not exactly maternal
If something’s growing inside me I call it a tumor, baby
Attached to my organs
Like a tick or a tapeworm feeds
Courtesy should let me deflate the leech
Eech, eech
I’ll stick in my thumb and pull-out the plumb
I’ll stick in my thumb and pull-out my son
Oh, can’t make me
I’m not an incubator
Oh-oh-oh
Can’t catch me to plant your seed
There are men who will hunt me
Hypnotize me with ‘love’
So I will show less resistance to their life-stealing baby gun
Sometimes it’s depressing
It can get me down
To know my reason for being is just to be an oven one day
I’m not one
I will run
I’m not one
I’m no fun
Oh, can’t make me
I’m not a baby-maker
Oh-oh-oh
Can’t catch me to plant your seed
I need every little drop of life if I’ve got to live this life
I can’t spare a drop of life
I need it to live this life