Manic Street Preachers - 4st. 7lbs. Lyrics
I Eat Too Much To DieAnd Not Enough To Stay AliveI'm Sitting In The Middle WaitingDays Since I Last PissedCheeks Sunken And DespairedSo Gorgeous Sunk To Six StoneLose My Only Remaining HomeSee My Third Rib AppearA Week Later All My Flesh DisappearsStretching Taut, Cling-film On BoneI'm Getting BetterKaren Says I've Reached My Target WeightKate And Emma And Kristin Know It's FakeProblem Is Diet's Not A Big Enough WordI Wanna Be So Skinny That I Rot From ViewI Want To Walk In The SnowAnd Not Leave A FootprintI Want To Walk In The SnowAnd Not Soil Its PurityStomach Collapsed At FiveLift Up My Skirt My Sex Is Gone***** And Lovely And 5st. 2May I Bud And Never FlowerMy Vision's Getting BlurredBut I Can See My Ribs And I Feel FineMy Hands Are Trembling StalksAnd I Can Feel My Breasts Are SinkingMother Trys To Choke Me With Roast BeefAnd Sits Savouring Her Sole RyvitaThat's The Way You're Built My Father SaidBut I Can Change, My Cocoon SheddingI Want To Walk In The SnowAnd Not Leave A FootprintI Want To Walk In The SnowAnd Not Soil Its PurityKate And Kristin And Kit KatAll Things I Like Looking AtToo Weak To Fuss, Too Weak To DieChoice Is Skeletal In Everybody's LifeI Choose My Choice, I Starve To FrenzyHunger Soon Passes And Sickness Soon TiresLegs Bend, Stockinged I Am TwiggyAnd I Don't Mind The Horror That Surrounds MeSelf-worth Scatters, Self-esteem's A BoreI Long Since Moved To A Higher PlateauThis Discipline's So Rare So Please ApplaudJust Look At The Fat Scum Who Pamper Me SoYeh 4st. 7, An Epilogue Of YouthSuch Beautiful Dignity In Self-abuseI've Finally Come To Understand LifeThrough Staring Blankly At My Navel
