I wanna be a Skinny Chick

I wanna be a skinny chick,
And down those pills till I am sick,
I wanna hear the pistols click,
And watch the entrails fly.

I wanna feel ribs stretch at skin,
And smile a toothy skeletal grin,
I wanna hear the people breathe in,
When I come in the room.

I wanna feed on hunger pains,
Trap my soul with whips and chains,
Starve the flesh and torment the brains,
Until I am a skinny chick,
Paper-thin and two inch thick.