Pornography in your tea Are you part of the conspiracy When will you be free Of guilt in a pint of milk Rape rack No giving back Greedful dealers full of smiles Lives trafficked over miles and miles Eyes so mild No more than a child Only memories of constant sadness Who is responsible for their madness Always brutal Never gentle Their exploiters never brought to trial No guilty plea only denial Breast that drag upon the ground But still no sound No outrage at their their pain Not when there is profit to be gained Slam your fingers in the door Then do it once more Again and again And what remains Blood and pus Just for us And sorry doesn't do it
