Tears on the abdomen of a woman but it's ok For she has a baby Flexibly skiving with benefits driving the Daily Mail says it's a holiday We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being Fear kills even the most Fecund of seconds and I hold these close Why should having a child and a career Not be reconciled? We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being So lost the ephemeral everywhere No cost that our future should have to bear A sure start has unraveled been turned into Dust and to gravel to trample upon, trample upon You must feel so proud Stigmatising every single mother While your own world's falling down You must feel so proud Stigmatising every single mother While your own world's falling down