Born Intact (Born To Run)

Every day a perfect baby is born,
His parents’ little bundle of joy.
By night-fall butchers line up to cut him
And make him less of a boy.
Strapped to a Circumstraint, peeling his tender glans,
Crushing his frenulum, sending him home
With a scar.
That baby’s cries could rip the heart from your chest.
But it’s not a done deal. We need to do our best.
We’ve gotta save what he’ll never get back.
‘Cause he’s just like us –
Babies are all born intact.

Welcome gentlemen. Thanks for having me in.
I need to tell you a troubling story.
You were just hours old when they strapped you down
And sliced away half your glory.
Together we can get some of it back.
It’s gonna take some work, but you really can
Restore some slack.
Will you share your success with the world?
‘Cause, babies could be spared if more men knew their burden
And how empty being circumcised feels.
The need to know slack is wild, and
They need to hear you share your zeal.

In bamboo huts and in hospitals
Babies scream for protection from harm.
Girls who’ve never seen a that real skin still say
Intact boys are cause for alarm.
They still sell stolen skins by the piece or the pound
So the butchers are still getting rich.
We’ve gotta shout it out and march in the streets
Until mutilation no longer exists.

The information super-highway
Is getting flooded with the truth.
We’re getting out the word every day and night
To save tomorrow’s youth.
Together, people, we can conquer the madness.
We’ll be dancing with joy when they ban this
Evil scourge.
Someday we’ll all have left this earth
A better place than we found it
By answering the urge to care for all human kind.
So shout it: just like us
Babies are all born just fine.
Just like us, babies are all born intact.
They’re all born just fine.