Feminists Don't Have A Cow Lyrics

Punch Feminists Don't Have A Cow

Like apples to oranges, both fruitful. Two eyes, two
ears, two ovaries too. That’s where we draw the line, and
it’s the differences that give us an excuse. No words to
resist. Can’t write without a thumb. How can she say she
doesn’t want this done? And every thirteen months, until
she’s no good, given what will only be taken away to the
same fate, or a veal crate. All for the precious by
product. If you wouldn’t want your mother, sister,
friend, as a milk and baby factory, don’t let it happen
in your name to a creature with two eyes, two ears, two
ovaries.