MANIC STREET PREACHERS - 4st. 7lbs. lyrics

rate me

I eat too much to die

And not enough to stay alive

I'm sitting in the middle waiting

Days since I last pissed

Cheeks sunken and despaired

So gorgeous sunk to six stone

Lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear

A week later all my flesh disappears

Stretching taut, cling-film on bone

I'm getting better

Karen says I've reached my target weight

Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake

Problem is diet's not a big enough word

I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I want to walk in the snow

And not soil its purity

Stomach collapsed at five

Lift up my skirt my sex is gone

Naked and lovely and 5st. 2

May I bud and never flower

My vision's getting blurred

But I can see my ribs and I feel fine

My hands are trembling stalks

And I can feel my breasts are sinking

Mother trys to choke me with roast beef

And sits savouring her sole Ryvita

That's the way you're built my father said

But I can change, my cocoon shedding

I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I want to walk in the snow

And not soil its purity

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat

All things I like looking at

Too weak to fuss, too weak to die

Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy

Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires

Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy

And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore

I long since moved to a higher plateau

This discipline's so rare so please applaud

Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth

Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse

I've finally come to understand life

Through staring blankly at my navel