Sterile Lyrics - Vice Squad

You'd rather ruin two lives 

Then prevent a potential 

Can't make up her own mind 

Only a slip of a girl 

Starving babes don't matter 

To the fat who get fatter 

The Health Service will provide 

Some Valium where she can hide 

A punishment for the mistake 

That she did not make 

They don't practice what they preach 

Just gorge on living meat 

You'll decide her fate for her 

Because you're no murderer 

Self-righteous and infertile 

You'll cut her and make her sterile 

Though inside it don't kick 

They'll perform scalpel tricks 

Worry furrows in the forehead 

When they tell you life is dead