I go hungry
Pick at the shell
Pop a bottle
On the wall
I wear
My body
Like a bottle
Struggle for air
Like a woman
Like a prayer
I wear
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
wearing my body
I go guzzled
Scrapped from the wind
Taking over
On the chin
I wear
My body