Back-Street Abortion Lyrics

I'm not sad about you
I'm not at liberty to come to know you

Parents that couldn't love you
They couldn't have care about you
Brothers that couldn't look down at you
They couldn't have mount guard on you

I never get to know your name
Would you have become a boy?
Would you have become a girl?
Oh, what a tragedy

There's no grave I could care
To feel your spirit that tries to put on human shape
There's no sorry for your cleansing
Grousing in a bin you pal up with a peal

Oh, my little bruv
Oh, my little sis
Oh, what a tragedy