My Body

I go hungry

Pick at the shell

Pop a bottle

Oh well

I'm with

My body

Like a bottle

Struggle for air

Like a woman

Like a prayer

I'm with

My body

I wear my body

Like a rotted peach

You can have it if

You can handle the stink

Like a rotted pig on the smoke

You see a picture of me

Oh and my body

I go guzzled

Scrapped from the wind

Take it all

On the chin

I'm with

My body