Womb
It's a sacred room
Love it more than the living room
Pro-life until the baby comes
Sacred life but just when it's young
Pro-life
Pro-gun
Pick a goddamn one
Where do all the bodies go
See their faces on the nightly news
If they're dead
Does that mean you won
Save a life
But just when it's young
Pro-life
Pro-gun
Pick a goddamn one
Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy
We see
We see
We see
Pro-life
Pro-gun
Pick a goddamn one
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Pro-Life, Pro-Gun
Sacred in the womb, on your own in the classroom. You can't hold both and call it love — the math doesn't work, and everybody in the building knows it. Pick a goddamn one.