My body is the enemynI don’t feel the way I shouldnIt always leads down an empty streetnIt brings me nothin’ goodnOh my god, oh my godnMy body is the enemynI’m up to nothin’ goodnI’m drinkin’ till I’m emptynAnd I’m pretty sure she wouldnOh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my godnMy body is the enemynIt leads me when I’m just getting goodnI’m tired of this empty streetnYeah I’m sleeping in a box of woodnOh my god, oh my godnn