“Mummy I’m not an animal” (fosterdrab)

Fosterdrab er en modbydelig affære og det beskriver ingen bedre end det gamle punkrock orkester Sex Pistols.

Musikken er primitiv og teksten ækel. De fire musikere ligner for mig at se noget, der, nå-ja, skulle have været kvalt i vuggen. Men forsangerens bønfaldende smertensskrig “Mummy, I’m not an animal”, er så gribende i al sin grufulde dødsangst, at man må overgive sig til 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

Mummy  I’m not an animal
Mummy I’m not an abortion

Dragged on a table in a factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming

Body screaming f…… bloody mess
It’s not an animal it’s an abortion

Body I’m not an animal
Body 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 Ah!

F… this and f… that
F… it all and f… the f…… brat
She don’t wanna 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

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Dette indlæg blev udgivet i Abort. Bogmærk permalinket.

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