I eat too much to die And not enough to stay alive. 4st. 7

Manic Street Preachers - 4st 71b Acoustic version

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