Excretory Eat Anorexia Nervosa

Lyrics
So tired of the canteen food, recycled, wasted, eat it up False coloring and flavoring What strength that stops me throwing up? Insipid pink the yoghurt gleams The axle grease called margarine The plastic cheese, the plastic bread The grease that drips from each terrine Pizzas scream like open sores The toast-wood stoves pop us shoes The pudding, chemical delight It's a tea and coffee, drown my blues A man on television claims To turn our waste to useful food I would not be surprised to see Shit biscuits in our work canteen Shit biscuits in our work canteen Shit biscuits in our work canteen It's a joke Eat at home Nowhere [?] to eat An ulcer of your own It's a joke Eat at home With nowhere to be sick, litter to eat An ulcer of your own An ulcer of your own An ulcer of your own Don't need to diet Don't need to slim Being anorexic is a western whim Don't need to diet Don't need to slim Being anorexic is a western whim Don't need to diet Don't need to slim Being anorexic is a western whim Don't need to diet Don't need to slim Being anorexic is a western whim Anorexia nervosa Anorexia nervosa I've got anorexia nervosa I've got anorexia nervosa Anorexia nervosa
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Credits
- Writers
- Dave Ball
- Marc Almond