I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot
Ev-e-ry Sun-day night

I binge, and I barf, 'cause I carry the
Scars of an eight-year-old
Whose mother applied the same rules
To her kid's body
As her own

I think you'll leave me soon
Though I've no proof of it
But I'll make it easier for you
By being a little bitch
And this is just a theory
But I think the reason
Why I'm scared you'll croak is:

The only male influence I've had
After daddy up and left
Were my mother's weekend lovers
And their alcoholic breaths
I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I'll tell you what caused it
If you'll handle the effects (whoa!)

I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot
Ev-e-ry Sun-day night