My Body

I go hungry

Pick at the shell

Paw at bottom

Of the well

I wear my body

I go bottom

Struggle for air

I go hummin'

Like a prayer

I wear my body

I wear my body, like a rotted peach

You can have it, if you handle the stink

I'm as open as a gutted pig

On the small of every back

You'll see a picture of me

Wearin' my body

I go guzzle

Scrape from the bin

Take it all

On the chin

I wear my body