Lyrics:

Everything is food, everything is fair game.
The second it’s gone is the second I crave
more animal, vegetable, mineral feed,
more fodder, more fuel, more cake and ice cream.
In Scythia, where the pickings are slim,
I’m gorgeous and grateful it’s “in” to be thin.
Wan and pale, I court emaciation
in high style and endless mastication.
With cheekbones and ribs that tighten my skin,
wildly attractive and seductive as sin,
the closer you come, the more you want me,
the more you want, the more you want to be free.
There’s no slaking of thirst, no quenching of need,
and there’s never, ever enough to eat:

When the Gods get even they think of me,
While you’re fast asleep to your bed I creep.
As my breath you breathe as I give you a kiss
As I take my leave I leave you with this:
As you wake so you dream of fish fowl and beef
And there’s never ever enough to eat.

Where inherited wealth meets fine French cuisine,
Where oodles of truffles and tarts and terrines,
Where gavage is an art and foie gras is fatty,
Where quail duck lamb sugar butter and spaghetti,
There desire is infectious and fulfillment is lean
And there’s never ever enough to eat.

does an ocean deny a river?
would a fire spurn the wood it craves for heat?
Like Narcissus and his lover you can never have the otherm
you can never turn away, you can never lick the plate clean.

When the coffers are empty in lieu of defeat
I deal my daughter for camembert cheese.
Then the story leaves me to my own device
As lips, teeth, tongue savor self sacrifice
And now the Hunter is prey and the Hungry are meat
And there’s never ever enough
Never, ever enough to eat.