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