Body - Demo Version of '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 sent her letters from the country
She was a no one who killed her baby
She was an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
Dragged on a table in a factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
It was killed for a minor fee
And it died, a screaming blood body
Not an animal, a gurgling bloody mess
Body, I'm not an animal
Mummy, I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal
I ain't no animal
Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all the fuck out of the fucking brat
She don't want a baby who looks like that
She was an animal
I'm not an animal
Body, an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, not an animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal, an animal, an-an-an animal
I'm not a body
I'm not an animal, an animal, I ain't no, I'm not an animal
Don't call me animal
That shall do it
Jist get on with it, you tosser
Fuck off
Hey!
I can't believe
Shut up, you cunt
Can I fuckin' tune up, do I?
What a fuckin excuse, shut up you cunt
She just had an abortion
She was a case of insanity
Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree
She sent her letters from the country
She was a no one who killed her baby
She was an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
Dragged on a table in a factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
It was killed for a minor fee
And it died, a screaming blood body
Not an animal, a gurgling bloody mess
Body, I'm not an animal
Mummy, I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal
I ain't no animal
Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all the fuck out of the fucking brat
She don't want a baby who looks like that
She was an animal
I'm not an animal
Body, an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, not an animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal, an animal, an-an-an animal
I'm not a body
I'm not an animal, an animal, I ain't no, I'm not an animal
Don't call me animal
That shall do it
Jist get on with it, you tosser
Fuck off
Hey!
I can't believe
Shut up, you cunt
Can I fuckin' tune up, do I?
What a fuckin excuse, shut up you cunt
Credits
Writer(s): John Lydon, Lu Edmonds, John Mcgeogh, Alan Dias, Bruce Smith
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