Manic Street Preachers: 4 St 7lbs

Im too much to die I'm 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 tries to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta 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 disipline'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