Excretory Eat Anorexia Nervosa

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