Lyrics

I want another enema-nema-nema Good waste is an oxymoron-moron-moron My body is an exit wound, oh, my wounds, oh, my wounds I want another enema-nema-nema Hunting hair to find emotional grace I am scared you'll see my body And know that removing hair has taken over my life And I don't know how to stop I want another enema-nema-nema Good waste is an oxymoron-moron-moron My body is an exit wound, oh, my wounds, oh, my wounds I want another enema-nema-nema On the rim of an emotional place I fear you'll see my body And know that removing hair has taken over my life And I don't know how to stop I want another enema-nema-nema Good waste is an oxymoron-moron-moron My body is an exit wound, oh, my wounds, oh, my wounds I want another enema-nema-nema On the brink of an impossible feat I get scared you'll see my body And know that hunting hair has taken over my life And I don't know how to stop On the brink of an impossible feat I get scared you'll see my body And know that hunting hair has taken over my life And I don't know how to stop