Incubator
 
guess you could say
i'm not exactly maternal.
if something's growing inside me
i call it a tumour, baby.

attached to my organs,
like a tick or a tapeworm feeds,
courtesy should let me deflate
the leech. each, each.

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,
hypnotise me with ‘love’
so i will show iess 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.

oh, can't make me,
i’m not an incubator,
oh-oh-oh, can't catch me
to plant your seed.

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.