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A song I wrote on July 4th about a society that rations water for a fake baby
(All proceeds split between National Abortion Fund Network, Sylvia Rivera Law Project, and Debt Collective)
lyrics
There is a baby that sits in the bathwater
It’s been around for as long as I know
We all are charged with protecting the baby
We have been lucky to watch baby grow
We all agree that it’s best that the bathwater
Go toward the baby, it needs it to be clean
We all have something to give to the baby
We ration water, we fill its tureen
Everyone here has heard of the baby
Nobody here is allowed to look in
Rabid evangelists spewing out epithets
Circle his crib, they prevent us from sin
Armored policemen are guarding the baby
I know the baby is special indeed
We are all grateful that if we approach it
They will act quickly with silence and speed
Some intellectuals claim the bathwater
Likely is fetid and needs to be changed
And they mean well, but we know they’re misguided
Trying to save what has already been saved
Sometimes they get to be close to the baby
Sometimes they bring in a system of pipes
They say the water’s filtering slowly
They say the baby will soon be alright
Once I was hired to work on the plumbing
I was allowed past the preachers and cops
I ducked my head and I tiptoed in reverence
Up to the tub where the universe stops
I saw the baby that sits in the bathwater
I was too slow at averting my eyes
It was a doll with a stupid expression
Standing quite still staring up at the skies
First I thought somebody must have replaced it
I thought that certainly something was wrong
But as I stared it seemed centuries old
Maybe a silly old doll all along
Fragile white baby made out of porcelain
We have been hoarding the drink for so long
We have confused an idea with a person
Maybe you’ll hear if I say it in song
Sometimes the thirst is so bad I could vomit
All of the clouds long dried up in the sky
Sometimes the drought means that things catch on fire
Sometimes the drought means that people will die
You said “don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater”
But there isn’t a baby, and these plants need watering
You said “don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater”
But this kid’s a china doll and this house is on fire
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