Dear Greg Abbott, I'll just say When you're gone, we'll celebrate Do christo-facists go to heaven? Something about it makes me wonder Your control will be up soon And I can't wait until you're six feet under Stop your smiling, I see through you You don't want it? Well, I do Why should what we choose to do with Our own bodies have anything to do with you? Healthcare is a human right Step off, boy, this pussy bites You don't get a say in what The fuck goes on inside of me Stop your smiling, I see through you You're not pro-life, you're anti human rights No excuses, fuck your bible We are humans and I am not a host body Not the church, not the state Only we decide our fate