Food For Thought

© Control Wayne Grech 9/1/1993

On you mind while your awake
But how much of this can you take
Count the calories that you sucked
Then throw it up, your life is fucked
Advertising rules your life
Reading Cleo has its price
Caught up in the glossy pic's
But no-one wants you when your sick

Your worthless life's blown out your ass
Those laxatives will kill you fast
In the bathroom's where you cry
But Lynton Private's where you'll die
Sneaking 'round you stuff your face
But why the fuck d'you feel disgrace?
You think your fat, I think hot
Your paranoia will fuck you up

Food for thought
It's not food for thinking

Scared about the sex you have
'Cause you don't get your period
You got sucked in, your life's been run
You even hide it from you mum
Lie about how much you eat
Why justify your life to me?
Healthy weight you do condone
But who will fuck a bag of bones?

Scared to see how much you've gained
But try to not - Show your strain
You can see the beauty in someone else
Why can't you see it in yourself
Grit your teeth as you explain
But no-one understands your pain
Hide your body from the world
But why? Your such a pretty girl