Amateur Transplants - Feed the Girls lyrics

At Christmas time, Angela gets so afraid At Christmas time When she sees the table laid Because of her bulimia And her parents, they don't know She throws her arms around the bowl After dinner time But say a prayer, a prayer for the skinny ones At Christmas time it's hard to hide it from your mum 'cause she weighs less than an Ipod And she's practically 2D Well tonight thank f** it's her instead of me And there won't be food in Angela this Christmas time The only thing she'll say this year is Bleurghhhhhhhh She's got a torso like a hose They'll have to feed her through her nose Do they know it's dinner time at all Feed the girls Do they know its dinner time? Feed the girls Do they know its dinner time? Feed the girls Do they know its dinner time? Feed the girls . .