Lyrics: The Cult. Bodies.

She was a girl from Birmingham

She just had an abortion

She was a case of insanity

Her name was Pauline she lived in a tree

She was a no one who killed her baby

She sent her letters from the country

She was an animal

She was a bloody disgrace



Body, I'm not an animal

Body, I'm not an animal



Dragged on a table in a factory

Illegitimate place to be

In a packet in a lavatory

Die little baby screaming fucking bloody mess

It's not an animal

It's an abortion



Body, I'm not animal mummy

I'm not an abortion


Throbbing squirm, gurgling bloody mess

I'm not a discharge,

I'm not a loss in protein

I'm not a throbbing squirm



Fuck this and fuck that

Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat

She don't want a baby that looks like that

I don't wanna baby that looks like that



Body, I'm not an animal

Body, I'm not an abortion

Body, I'm not an animal

An animal

I'm not an animal

I'm not an abortion



Mummy! Ugh!