Mother of
Anorexia
Make me streamlined
Make me modern
Make me clean
Mother, who been a wreck to you
Make me fluid, make me flawless,
make me high
Well how did I ever find key
s to this madness
Keys to this sadness, badness in me
Well, how did I ever get runnin' on light,
runnin' on fright, tightness and tightness in me?
Oh, oh, it's so serious
Father, inertia
Make me graceful, make me bloodless,
make me bright
Father, inertia
Make me mobile, make me fearless,
make me white
Well, how did I ever get ter
ribly efficient?
When I'm deficient, dish is empty
Well, how did I ever get all that I wanted?
When I am haunted,
taunted and taunted in me
Oh, oh, it's so pre cious
We're running on the speed of light
We're running on the speed of light
We're running on the speed of light
It feels so good
We're running on the speed of light
We're running on the speed of light
We're running on the speed of light
And it feels so delicate
you