Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Praise be, the unborn wonder
Miraculous fruit of the loin
Newborn? Oh well, not my problem
Once they're born they can go to hell
F*ck the children, but feed the womb
Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Happy shall he be that
Dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
Glowing with precious predictions
A holy time that ends when it's born
Pro-life means pro birth, but
After that she's just a whore
Go again
We need more children to build us an army
But not on our dime. That's your contribution
F*ck the children, but feed the womb
Killing for Christ - Fuck the Children Lyrics
Killing for Christ - Fuck the Children Lyrics
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Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Praise be, the unborn wonder
Miraculous fruit of the loin
Newborn? Oh well, not my problem
Once they're born they can go to hell
F*ck the children, but feed the womb
Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Happy shall he be that
Dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
Glowing with precious predictions
A holy time that ends when it's born
Pro-life means pro birth, but
After that she's just a whore
Go again
We need more children to build us an army
But not on our dime. That's your contribution
F*ck the children, but feed the womb
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Praise be, the unborn wonder
Miraculous fruit of the loin
Newborn? Oh well, not my problem
Once they're born they can go to hell
F*ck the children, but feed the womb
Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Happy shall he be that
Dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
Glowing with precious predictions
A holy time that ends when it's born
Pro-life means pro birth, but
After that she's just a whore
Go again
We need more children to build us an army
But not on our dime. That's your contribution
F*ck the children, but feed the womb
Writer: David Williamson
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