Soft Cell - Excretory Eat Anorexia Nervosa Lyrics




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 [?] grease called margarine
The plastic cheese, the plastic bread
The grease that drips from each [?]
Pizzas scream like open sores
The toastwood stoves [?]
The pudding, chemical delight
It's a [?] 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
Nowhere [?] to eat
An ulcer of your own
An ulcer of your own
An ulcer of your own

Don't need to tie us
Don't need to scream
Being anorexic is a western way

Don't need to tie us
Don't need to scream
Being anorexic is a western way

Don't need to tie us
Don't need to scream
Being anorexic is a western way

Don't need to tie us
Don't need to scream
Being anorexic is a western way

Anorexia nervosa
Anorexia nervosa
I've got anorexia nervosa
I've got anorexia nervosa
Anorexia nervosa





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