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4st 7lb (US Mix [Remastered]) Lyrics
| Song | 4st 7lb (US Mix [Remastered]) |
| Artist | Manic Street Preachers |
| Album | The Holy Bible 20 (Deluxe) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bradfield, James, Moore, Wire | |
| 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 disappear | |
| Stretching taut, cling-film on bone | |
| Im getting better | |
| Karen says Ive reached my target weight | |
| Kate and emma and kristin know it's fake | |
| Problem is diets 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 it's 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 visions 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 ryvitta | |
| 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 it's 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 everybodys 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-esteems a bore | |
| I long since moved to a higher plateau | |
| This disciplines 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 | |
| Ive finally come to understand life | |
| Through staring blankly at my navel. |
| zuo ci : Bradfield, James, Moore, Wire | |
| 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 disappear | |
| Stretching taut, clingfilm on bone | |
| Im getting better | |
| Karen says Ive reached my target weight | |
| Kate and emma and kristin know it' s fake | |
| Problem is diets 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 it' s 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 visions 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 ryvitta | |
| 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 it' s 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 everybodys 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 | |
| Selfworth scatters, selfesteems a bore | |
| I long since moved to a higher plateau | |
| This disciplines 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 selfabuse | |
| Ive finally come to understand life | |
| Through staring blankly at my navel. |
| zuò cí : Bradfield, James, Moore, Wire | |
| 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 disappear | |
| Stretching taut, clingfilm on bone | |
| Im getting better | |
| Karen says Ive reached my target weight | |
| Kate and emma and kristin know it' s fake | |
| Problem is diets 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 it' s 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 visions 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 ryvitta | |
| 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 it' s 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 everybodys 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 | |
| Selfworth scatters, selfesteems a bore | |
| I long since moved to a higher plateau | |
| This disciplines 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 selfabuse | |
| Ive finally come to understand life | |
| Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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