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